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After Life Comes
Mar. 1st, 2018 11:25 amTitle: After Life Comes
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 417
The room was sparkling white, as it was all the time. There were no shadows here. It was a cross between bus station and comfy doctors’ office; the use was pretty much a combination of the two. Here your record was examined and your destination assigned. It was a busy place.
And yet, one individual had time to turn to another for advice.
“Where would be the best place for this one, do you think?”
“Oh, her. She has almost been here many times. So finally she made it?”
“Yes, but where should she go?” was asked again.
“Well she writes…”
“And she loves cats,” the other added.
“It says she was a counsellor of those whose life choices weren’t wise …”
The other frowned, “that didn’t help her any with her own life. So much pain.”
“She does have close family here that love and are loved by her.”
“But she still needs an occupation if she’s not going to be shuttled back into another life time .”
“hmmm some of the story topics… Zombies, Wizards, Djinn, Familiars, Selkies, just to name some and all it seems with a, ahem, an earthy one might say highly erotic bent.”
“Bent, huh?” was said with a grin.
“Yes,” was nodded, “definitely bent.”
“Over what kind of item were the characters bent and then what happened?” was asked.
“Ranel, you know what happened next. I saw you just now scan some of the stories.”
A grin was the only answer.
“Well she could be a story idea instigator, a plunny is what I think she has called it. She’d do well at that, since she’s had experience on both sides of the creation.”
“You don’t think that will be too much temptation?”
“Hmmm.”
“She also has a unique history of being a victim and counsellor that could work well initiating ideas to those treating patients on how better to help those similarly in pain.”
“Perhaps too close to the subject. She deserves peace from her own painful past.”
“Okay. I give up. Let’s ask her. But the cats need to respect the limits.”
“As if,” the other rolled his eyes. “But excellent idea.”
A young beautiful souled person stepped forward.
“Mary or Meridae or Meri, whichever or all you would like to be called, I assume you’ve had adequate time to familiarize yourself with what we do here and some of your options. We’ve read your history. What do you see yourself doing here on this plane?”
Meri grinned.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 417
The room was sparkling white, as it was all the time. There were no shadows here. It was a cross between bus station and comfy doctors’ office; the use was pretty much a combination of the two. Here your record was examined and your destination assigned. It was a busy place.
And yet, one individual had time to turn to another for advice.
“Where would be the best place for this one, do you think?”
“Oh, her. She has almost been here many times. So finally she made it?”
“Yes, but where should she go?” was asked again.
“Well she writes…”
“And she loves cats,” the other added.
“It says she was a counsellor of those whose life choices weren’t wise …”
The other frowned, “that didn’t help her any with her own life. So much pain.”
“She does have close family here that love and are loved by her.”
“But she still needs an occupation if she’s not going to be shuttled back into another life time .”
“hmmm some of the story topics… Zombies, Wizards, Djinn, Familiars, Selkies, just to name some and all it seems with a, ahem, an earthy one might say highly erotic bent.”
“Bent, huh?” was said with a grin.
“Yes,” was nodded, “definitely bent.”
“Over what kind of item were the characters bent and then what happened?” was asked.
“Ranel, you know what happened next. I saw you just now scan some of the stories.”
A grin was the only answer.
“Well she could be a story idea instigator, a plunny is what I think she has called it. She’d do well at that, since she’s had experience on both sides of the creation.”
“You don’t think that will be too much temptation?”
“Hmmm.”
“She also has a unique history of being a victim and counsellor that could work well initiating ideas to those treating patients on how better to help those similarly in pain.”
“Perhaps too close to the subject. She deserves peace from her own painful past.”
“Okay. I give up. Let’s ask her. But the cats need to respect the limits.”
“As if,” the other rolled his eyes. “But excellent idea.”
A young beautiful souled person stepped forward.
“Mary or Meridae or Meri, whichever or all you would like to be called, I assume you’ve had adequate time to familiarize yourself with what we do here and some of your options. We’ve read your history. What do you see yourself doing here on this plane?”
Meri grinned.
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