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Friday, August 28, 2020

Time to Move On

Death wasn’t anything like Irving expected. There were no pearly gates and no damned flames. He was just sort of floating around as a blob. After some time, he realized he could possess people. For the past week, he had been inside Marilyn’s body. While it had been fun, he decided it was time to move on, so he laid down and let his spirit float out her mouth -- the same way he had gotten in at the beginning of the week. In hindsight, he probably should’ve been more respectful of his time in her body. He probably shouldn’t have gotten drunk that one night that caused him to oversleep and get her fired from her job. He also probably shouldn’t have experimented with drugs; he couldn’t even remember some of the things he must have done that night. Well, at least he hopes she enjoys the tattoo he got while in her body. After all, she was the one stuck with it now.

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorta between places, what I mean , I'm dead , a spirt. Sorta, I'm here on Earth the physical plane . As they call it. I have a form if you called it one. Its more of a mist, But I see it as a form as it call. I can move around, so I decided to move into a physical form. The first one I enter was a girl. I wanted to enter a male. But she'll do for the time. It was strange at first, but I got used to it. When after a week, I got bore of her. And I decided to find a new one. I hope I didn't anything wrong to her. Maybe my next one will be more fun. I'm new at this. Or at least find out where to go to the afterlife.