Ficiton dump

by Grey-Scorpio

So this is where I'm going to put crappy one-Shots or two-shots. These are just write when I'm bored, or when I have writers block. SOme of them may be depressive or just fluffy as yaoi. Oh, did I mention it's mainly yaoi or about death the kid? Anyways, don't expect these to be my best.

So, to make things clear, I don't know how I wrote this. And I'm sorry if I repeated myself.

You know, being dead isn't that bad. The afterlife is not as bad as you think it is. It's like a paradise or resort. Your imagination comes true here, your wishes come true. That's what most people here think of it. But I know it isn't true. It's not real events, it's just fantasy. That is why I'm here, against a wall, invisible to humans, on earth. We people in the afterlife to go to earth.

I watch painfully as my first and only crush hangs out with my former friends, as if nothing happened. As if I never died. And even in the afterlife, or limbo, as some people call it, I die a little inside. Every day.

I have been dead for a while now, not even half a year. I had realized my mistake a split second after I killed myself. Now, all I feel is regret, guilt and sorrow.

Every day in limbo, i do not dream or wish. I won't let myself live all the fantasies I would like to have. It's not the truth. I keep reminding myself that.

But one night, after watching my only love hook up with his meister, I completely died inside. I couldn't help myself to wish. That I can go back in time, to stop my stupid, ugly mistake. That is why when I woke up to the first dream I had in months, I was face to face with the god of the afterlife, my former father. The grim reaper, Lord Death.

I stood in front of him, stunned. 'Is this one of my fantasies' I thought as me and Lord Death continued are staring contest. To confirm my answer, he spoke.

"Kid, this is not a fantasy. I am going to give you one chance to go change you faith. You will go back one month before you killed yourself. Your memory from the afterlife will be erased." He told me. Then a blinding light appeared and I felt myself being transformed.

But I knew. I KNEW that this was it was not real. It was fake. A fantasy. A wish. But I did not stop it. I just let myself get sucked into it.

You see, the afterlife is just a lost paradise for lost souls. Some souls do not fall on the fantasies like others do. They know it is not the truth, that it is fake, But in the end, they always succumb to it. They always do.

It's only fantasy.

So I know it sucks like shit, but hey, I'm writing all my stories I wrote since I started watching Soul eater, and this is one of them. Their basically all crap, but whatever.