Alright! First story!
I had never given much thought to the After Life, but as I stood there staring at the Gate of Death, that was the only thing occupying my mind. Forced into a state of limbo between life and death, there was hardly anything else I could think of besides, of course, life. I turned to the other gate. There was still a small glimmer of hope that I would walk through that door back into life.
I let my frail body sink to the floor, too weary to keep myself standing. The cold, hard ground felt like a hammer to my bones. I sat facing the Gate of Life, waiting….waiting.
A painful tug at my heart brought me out of my thoughtless daze and into my memories of life. I pulled my knees to my chest. It had been a wonderful yet painful journey, one full of trials and growth; seemingly endless sorrow and overwhelming joy; so much hate yet there was still unconditional love. I longed to see my family and friends, to feel the comfort and warmth of a bed, to hear the birds singing, to taste the kiss of the one I love. What would the After Life bring? Would it offer the same things as the previous life? But all I wanted was the life I had before.
Tears clouded my eyes so I squeezed them shut. I then heard both a wonderful and horrific sound: that of a door as if it were slowing opening. Because of the echo, I could not tell which direction it was coming from. A tear escaped my eye and trickled down my hollow cheek. Was this finally it?
I realize that this isn't all that accurate but this is just how I wrote it. Thanks for reading!