All the Colors of the Sky_The False King_Returning_The Department of Afterlife Training
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All the Colors of the Sky
There are reasons we are living.Reasons why the sky turns oranwww.onedoor.ccge and pink and yellow at the same time,Reasons why we have pets to make us happy,Reasons why we travel, Reasons why we have family and friends,Reasons why we have to see all the colors in the sky. The sky turns a bright purplish orange from my perch on the roof, a bruise staining the perfectly blue evening. My uncle’s footsteps echo all the way upstairs until he’s standing above me, covering the purple orange blob in the sky. “Blue,” His voice makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time, but I push strands of hair out of my fac...
The False King
“I think there’s been a mistake,” I said.“I’m afraid there’s no mistake, my friend,” he replied, shaking his head sadly. “I know it’s hard to accept, but you really are dead. From what I’ve heard, you put up a great fight. 4 years. That’s a long battle.”“No, that’s not what I meant.” I pointed at the door in front of us. “You said that this is where kings go after they die.”He nodded.“But...I’m not a king.”“Oh, really?” he said doubtfully. “So they just let anyone dress like that nowadays?”He was referring to the costume- and it was only a costume- I was wearing. It was from my most iconic rol...
Returning
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. It was surprising, when the world around it had changed so much. But here it was, untouched, unchanged, as though time didn’t exist here. Perhaps it didn’t. I could feel something here, something I had felt as a child. It was a warm feeling, a soft, soothing feeling like a warm presence was wrapped around you and holding you close. The place seemed to be held in a curious crossing of all the seasons. Vibrant flowers danced around the edges, bordering the place in a halo of reds, blues, violets and...
The Department of Afterlife Training
I had been working for the Department of Afterlife Training and Reassignment for nine-thousand, four-hundred years, ever since dying in northern Mesopotamia at the age of seventeen. I do not remember my real name from that time - when spoken to, I was now called Uri - but I do remember how I died. I was one of the first human beings to ever drink themselves to death from the newly discovered drink of the gods: beer. It was not my choice to die, but the same could be said for most people. And like most people, upon my death I had been given a choice. The first option was that I could be reassi...