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[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | This would be like a TV game show where after you accept the shitty payout (and defeat), they show you that if you trusted your gut and didn’t choke, you’d have left with at least 3 xs what you’re pessimist ass is now going home with. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | The tome lay heavy in my hand. Immaculate penmanship neatly filled every page even as the number of pages stretched and warped to fit perhaps an infinite number within the leather-clad bindings.
Death, for who else could it have been, stood silently within the hooded robe concealing his face.
"This," I started to say... | The book about my life will indeed be full of adventures with all the right and wrong decisions I have ever made. There will be part of the book that will mention my decision to marry a guy who would eventually abandon me and my son but it will also mention that out of that wrong decision, the outcome was the best thi... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I was smiling as I read the first hundred pages or so.
Those were the early days of my life. When I was still young and was playing terrible make believe games with my brothers and sisters. The multitude of choices here never amounted to anything significant.
*Decided to agree with sisters; Page 539*
*Decided to a... | The book about my life will indeed be full of adventures with all the right and wrong decisions I have ever made. There will be part of the book that will mention my decision to marry a guy who would eventually abandon me and my son but it will also mention that out of that wrong decision, the outcome was the best thi... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | First time, and typed on a phone in the middle of the night. Please be gentle...
The book, if you could call it a book, was handed to me with an air of indifference that I did not believe was befitting of my life. A cross between what I understood as a hard drive and a chose your owb adventure, all of the billions u... | The book about my life will indeed be full of adventures with all the right and wrong decisions I have ever made. There will be part of the book that will mention my decision to marry a guy who would eventually abandon me and my son but it will also mention that out of that wrong decision, the outcome was the best thi... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I died alone. Missing my children and wife after the car crash 30 years ago. I had had a few drinks that night and though technically sober, I always felt like it was my fault or wondered what I could have done better.. In my grief, i left the home we built together and all friends we had made over the years would wr... | The book about my life will indeed be full of adventures with all the right and wrong decisions I have ever made. There will be part of the book that will mention my decision to marry a guy who would eventually abandon me and my son but it will also mention that out of that wrong decision, the outcome was the best thi... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | The book about my life will indeed be full of adventures with all the right and wrong decisions I have ever made. There will be part of the book that will mention my decision to marry a guy who would eventually abandon me and my son but it will also mention that out of that wrong decision, the outcome was the best thi... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | The book about my life will indeed be full of adventures with all the right and wrong decisions I have ever made. There will be part of the book that will mention my decision to marry a guy who would eventually abandon me and my son but it will also mention that out of that wrong decision, the outcome was the best thi... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | The book about my life will indeed be full of adventures with all the right and wrong decisions I have ever made. There will be part of the book that will mention my decision to marry a guy who would eventually abandon me and my son but it will also mention that out of that wrong decision, the outcome was the best thi... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | The book about my life will indeed be full of adventures with all the right and wrong decisions I have ever made. There will be part of the book that will mention my decision to marry a guy who would eventually abandon me and my son but it will also mention that out of that wrong decision, the outcome was the best thi... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | The tome lay heavy in my hand. Immaculate penmanship neatly filled every page even as the number of pages stretched and warped to fit perhaps an infinite number within the leather-clad bindings.
Death, for who else could it have been, stood silently within the hooded robe concealing his face.
"This," I started to say... | "Die."
That is what was written on the cover of my book.
"Die."
No, I tell a lie.
I wasn't holding a book in my hands, but a simple cardboard sheet that bore only that simple word.
"Die."
I remember that much, though I didn't know the word at the time.
I felt my body torn apart.
I felt pain.
I screamed howls t... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I was smiling as I read the first hundred pages or so.
Those were the early days of my life. When I was still young and was playing terrible make believe games with my brothers and sisters. The multitude of choices here never amounted to anything significant.
*Decided to agree with sisters; Page 539*
*Decided to a... | "Die."
That is what was written on the cover of my book.
"Die."
No, I tell a lie.
I wasn't holding a book in my hands, but a simple cardboard sheet that bore only that simple word.
"Die."
I remember that much, though I didn't know the word at the time.
I felt my body torn apart.
I felt pain.
I screamed howls t... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | First time, and typed on a phone in the middle of the night. Please be gentle...
The book, if you could call it a book, was handed to me with an air of indifference that I did not believe was befitting of my life. A cross between what I understood as a hard drive and a chose your owb adventure, all of the billions u... | "Die."
That is what was written on the cover of my book.
"Die."
No, I tell a lie.
I wasn't holding a book in my hands, but a simple cardboard sheet that bore only that simple word.
"Die."
I remember that much, though I didn't know the word at the time.
I felt my body torn apart.
I felt pain.
I screamed howls t... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I died alone. Missing my children and wife after the car crash 30 years ago. I had had a few drinks that night and though technically sober, I always felt like it was my fault or wondered what I could have done better.. In my grief, i left the home we built together and all friends we had made over the years would wr... | "Die."
That is what was written on the cover of my book.
"Die."
No, I tell a lie.
I wasn't holding a book in my hands, but a simple cardboard sheet that bore only that simple word.
"Die."
I remember that much, though I didn't know the word at the time.
I felt my body torn apart.
I felt pain.
I screamed howls t... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | "Die."
That is what was written on the cover of my book.
"Die."
No, I tell a lie.
I wasn't holding a book in my hands, but a simple cardboard sheet that bore only that simple word.
"Die."
I remember that much, though I didn't know the word at the time.
I felt my body torn apart.
I felt pain.
I screamed howls t... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | "Die."
That is what was written on the cover of my book.
"Die."
No, I tell a lie.
I wasn't holding a book in my hands, but a simple cardboard sheet that bore only that simple word.
"Die."
I remember that much, though I didn't know the word at the time.
I felt my body torn apart.
I felt pain.
I screamed howls t... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | "Die."
That is what was written on the cover of my book.
"Die."
No, I tell a lie.
I wasn't holding a book in my hands, but a simple cardboard sheet that bore only that simple word.
"Die."
I remember that much, though I didn't know the word at the time.
I felt my body torn apart.
I felt pain.
I screamed howls t... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | "Die."
That is what was written on the cover of my book.
"Die."
No, I tell a lie.
I wasn't holding a book in my hands, but a simple cardboard sheet that bore only that simple word.
"Die."
I remember that much, though I didn't know the word at the time.
I felt my body torn apart.
I felt pain.
I screamed howls t... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | The tome lay heavy in my hand. Immaculate penmanship neatly filled every page even as the number of pages stretched and warped to fit perhaps an infinite number within the leather-clad bindings.
Death, for who else could it have been, stood silently within the hooded robe concealing his face.
"This," I started to say... | I held the book,
Felt its weight.
Hefted it,
Like a lodestone on my future.
I looked near the beginning,
Where the jumps were large,
The changes so drastic,
The choices heavy.
I turned to the back,
It read like a novel,
Each decision short,
Small,
Meaningless.
Ah, the old maxim was true, ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I was smiling as I read the first hundred pages or so.
Those were the early days of my life. When I was still young and was playing terrible make believe games with my brothers and sisters. The multitude of choices here never amounted to anything significant.
*Decided to agree with sisters; Page 539*
*Decided to a... | I held the book,
Felt its weight.
Hefted it,
Like a lodestone on my future.
I looked near the beginning,
Where the jumps were large,
The changes so drastic,
The choices heavy.
I turned to the back,
It read like a novel,
Each decision short,
Small,
Meaningless.
Ah, the old maxim was true, ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | I held the book,
Felt its weight.
Hefted it,
Like a lodestone on my future.
I looked near the beginning,
Where the jumps were large,
The changes so drastic,
The choices heavy.
I turned to the back,
It read like a novel,
Each decision short,
Small,
Meaningless.
Ah, the old maxim was true, ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | I held the book,
Felt its weight.
Hefted it,
Like a lodestone on my future.
I looked near the beginning,
Where the jumps were large,
The changes so drastic,
The choices heavy.
I turned to the back,
It read like a novel,
Each decision short,
Small,
Meaningless.
Ah, the old maxim was true, ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | I held the book,
Felt its weight.
Hefted it,
Like a lodestone on my future.
I looked near the beginning,
Where the jumps were large,
The changes so drastic,
The choices heavy.
I turned to the back,
It read like a novel,
Each decision short,
Small,
Meaningless.
Ah, the old maxim was true, ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | You open to a random page, read the words "you are now a handsome billionaire, loved by all, especially your harem of gorgeous women." and frantically try to reverse engineer what series of events got you to this outcome. You realize you deviated from the path due to a seemingly inconsequential choice you made because ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | I closed the book. “What is this?” I asked.
“I thought it pretty self explanatory. Its a book about the decisions you made and what the outcomes could’ve been” said the angel.
“Well yes, but why? Why would I want to read about the possible outcomes now that I am deceased?”
The angle sighed, as if they were annoye... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I remember a line from a TV show that was like, "I had hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed!"
That's--that *was*--my life, and apparently that *is* this book. Jesus Christ, there's a lot of death in here. It's a miracle I lived as long as I did.
Flipping through page after page, I remember... | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | First time, and typed on a phone in the middle of the night. Please be gentle...
The book, if you could call it a book, was handed to me with an air of indifference that I did not believe was befitting of my life. A cross between what I understood as a hard drive and a chose your owb adventure, all of the billions u... | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I died alone. Missing my children and wife after the car crash 30 years ago. I had had a few drinks that night and though technically sober, I always felt like it was my fault or wondered what I could have done better.. In my grief, i left the home we built together and all friends we had made over the years would wr... | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Like countless times before I pick up the book of my life, filled with all the decisions I did and could have done, it was more of an e-Book really, displayed on what looks like a Kindle, changing the contents of the page based on what I told it would be my decision.
Today I tried my luck with yet another unexplored ... | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | Before I die, I want to make sure that the book of my life will be worth reading. That I have lived a full life without stepping on someone's toes. That though there may have been peaks and valleys, I have served my purpose and that I was able to inspire others. | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I remember a line from a TV show that was like, "I had hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed!"
That's--that *was*--my life, and apparently that *is* this book. Jesus Christ, there's a lot of death in here. It's a miracle I lived as long as I did.
Flipping through page after page, I remember... | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | First time, and typed on a phone in the middle of the night. Please be gentle...
The book, if you could call it a book, was handed to me with an air of indifference that I did not believe was befitting of my life. A cross between what I understood as a hard drive and a chose your owb adventure, all of the billions u... | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I died alone. Missing my children and wife after the car crash 30 years ago. I had had a few drinks that night and though technically sober, I always felt like it was my fault or wondered what I could have done better.. In my grief, i left the home we built together and all friends we had made over the years would wr... | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Like countless times before I pick up the book of my life, filled with all the decisions I did and could have done, it was more of an e-Book really, displayed on what looks like a Kindle, changing the contents of the page based on what I told it would be my decision.
Today I tried my luck with yet another unexplored ... | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | I was dead...at the moment I was born.
It was too late because I'm already dead.
I've been given a name, a country, a religion, a skin color and assigned sex. Everything was decided for me and they all expect me to fight for it.
And this book...as thick as crackers of a biscuit. At the last page...
Page 50.
"Went... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | The tome lay heavy in my hand. Immaculate penmanship neatly filled every page even as the number of pages stretched and warped to fit perhaps an infinite number within the leather-clad bindings.
Death, for who else could it have been, stood silently within the hooded robe concealing his face.
"This," I started to say... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | The tome lay heavy in my hand. Immaculate penmanship neatly filled every page even as the number of pages stretched and warped to fit perhaps an infinite number within the leather-clad bindings.
Death, for who else could it have been, stood silently within the hooded robe concealing his face.
"This," I started to say... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | I was smiling as I read the first hundred pages or so.
Those were the early days of my life. When I was still young and was playing terrible make believe games with my brothers and sisters. The multitude of choices here never amounted to anything significant.
*Decided to agree with sisters; Page 539*
*Decided to a... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | I remember a line from a TV show that was like, "I had hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed!"
That's--that *was*--my life, and apparently that *is* this book. Jesus Christ, there's a lot of death in here. It's a miracle I lived as long as I did.
Flipping through page after page, I remember... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | I remember a line from a TV show that was like, "I had hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed!"
That's--that *was*--my life, and apparently that *is* this book. Jesus Christ, there's a lot of death in here. It's a miracle I lived as long as I did.
Flipping through page after page, I remember... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | I remember a line from a TV show that was like, "I had hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed!"
That's--that *was*--my life, and apparently that *is* this book. Jesus Christ, there's a lot of death in here. It's a miracle I lived as long as I did.
Flipping through page after page, I remember... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | I remember a line from a TV show that was like, "I had hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed!"
That's--that *was*--my life, and apparently that *is* this book. Jesus Christ, there's a lot of death in here. It's a miracle I lived as long as I did.
Flipping through page after page, I remember... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | I remember a line from a TV show that was like, "I had hundreds of plans in my life, and only one of them got me killed!"
That's--that *was*--my life, and apparently that *is* this book. Jesus Christ, there's a lot of death in here. It's a miracle I lived as long as I did.
Flipping through page after page, I remember... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | First time, and typed on a phone in the middle of the night. Please be gentle...
The book, if you could call it a book, was handed to me with an air of indifference that I did not believe was befitting of my life. A cross between what I understood as a hard drive and a chose your owb adventure, all of the billions u... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | First time, and typed on a phone in the middle of the night. Please be gentle...
The book, if you could call it a book, was handed to me with an air of indifference that I did not believe was befitting of my life. A cross between what I understood as a hard drive and a chose your owb adventure, all of the billions u... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | First time, and typed on a phone in the middle of the night. Please be gentle...
The book, if you could call it a book, was handed to me with an air of indifference that I did not believe was befitting of my life. A cross between what I understood as a hard drive and a chose your owb adventure, all of the billions u... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | First time, and typed on a phone in the middle of the night. Please be gentle...
The book, if you could call it a book, was handed to me with an air of indifference that I did not believe was befitting of my life. A cross between what I understood as a hard drive and a chose your owb adventure, all of the billions u... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I don't want it," I said, pushing the book away. Although standing in a white room, pain free and healthy, despite being 93, I knew what this book meant.
"We give you the option-"
"I understand," I responded crisply, "but angels don't understand some of the pains humans go through."
"Your abusive past-"
"Will r... | I died alone. Missing my children and wife after the car crash 30 years ago. I had had a few drinks that night and though technically sober, I always felt like it was my fault or wondered what I could have done better.. In my grief, i left the home we built together and all friends we had made over the years would wr... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | I died alone. Missing my children and wife after the car crash 30 years ago. I had had a few drinks that night and though technically sober, I always felt like it was my fault or wondered what I could have done better.. In my grief, i left the home we built together and all friends we had made over the years would wr... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | I died alone. Missing my children and wife after the car crash 30 years ago. I had had a few drinks that night and though technically sober, I always felt like it was my fault or wondered what I could have done better.. In my grief, i left the home we built together and all friends we had made over the years would wr... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | I died alone. Missing my children and wife after the car crash 30 years ago. I had had a few drinks that night and though technically sober, I always felt like it was my fault or wondered what I could have done better.. In my grief, i left the home we built together and all friends we had made over the years would wr... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Heaven's a great library, and everyone has a library card. Even those destined for hell have a library card.
I was alone, sat in a room with a large book. It's cover was dusty, as if waiting for me. I knew as soon as I opened it that time would stand still. God told me that. God told me everything that wasn't in this... | Like countless times before I pick up the book of my life, filled with all the decisions I did and could have done, it was more of an e-Book really, displayed on what looks like a Kindle, changing the contents of the page based on what I told it would be my decision.
Today I tried my luck with yet another unexplored ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | You set down the book, having read every possible outcome. With tears in your eyes, you look over to your wife, who had died 3 years before. She smiles at you, and hugs you. As you sit there, you know that you made every decision correctly, and wouldn't change a thing. | Like countless times before I pick up the book of my life, filled with all the decisions I did and could have done, it was more of an e-Book really, displayed on what looks like a Kindle, changing the contents of the page based on what I told it would be my decision.
Today I tried my luck with yet another unexplored ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | Like countless times before I pick up the book of my life, filled with all the decisions I did and could have done, it was more of an e-Book really, displayed on what looks like a Kindle, changing the contents of the page based on what I told it would be my decision.
Today I tried my luck with yet another unexplored ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | Like countless times before I pick up the book of my life, filled with all the decisions I did and could have done, it was more of an e-Book really, displayed on what looks like a Kindle, changing the contents of the page based on what I told it would be my decision.
Today I tried my luck with yet another unexplored ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | C.S. Lewis was apparently wrong, when he put the words, “'To know what would have happened, child?' said Aslan. 'No. Nobody is ever told that',” into the mouth of his character. Because I had a book in front of me that purported to tell just that. 'Dale Irving, 1927 to 2018, 18 Choices and Their Consequences.'
“... | I thumbed through the pages to see no penned illustrations. I flipped back to the first page of the book to see who authored this piece, expecting to see my own name. "Greasy Greg" is certainly not my name nor a handle I've ever used. I flipped to the back to read the ending of whatever route was on the last page. It s... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I stared at the corner, where two walls joined.
The thing about eternity, is that small fragments of time cease to mean anything. When you're twenty, a year goes by like a month. When you're 50, they seem to fly by like days. I was lucky enough to leave that concept behind before I got too far beyond 50.
I had been s... | I thumbed through the pages to see no penned illustrations. I flipped back to the first page of the book to see who authored this piece, expecting to see my own name. "Greasy Greg" is certainly not my name nor a handle I've ever used. I flipped to the back to read the ending of whatever route was on the last page. It s... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Once I had acclimatised, they led me into an office. Wood-panelled, decadent, I thought, for this place - but I supposed they moved with the times here as well.
There was a man at the desk dressed in a white-grey suit. Subtle. They had told me about this man, when I had calmed down. He would show me all my significan... | I thumbed through the pages to see no penned illustrations. I flipped back to the first page of the book to see who authored this piece, expecting to see my own name. "Greasy Greg" is certainly not my name nor a handle I've ever used. I flipped to the back to read the ending of whatever route was on the last page. It s... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | I thumbed through the pages to see no penned illustrations. I flipped back to the first page of the book to see who authored this piece, expecting to see my own name. "Greasy Greg" is certainly not my name nor a handle I've ever used. I flipped to the back to read the ending of whatever route was on the last page. It s... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | I thumbed through the pages to see no penned illustrations. I flipped back to the first page of the book to see who authored this piece, expecting to see my own name. "Greasy Greg" is certainly not my name nor a handle I've ever used. I flipped to the back to read the ending of whatever route was on the last page. It s... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I stared at the corner, where two walls joined.
The thing about eternity, is that small fragments of time cease to mean anything. When you're twenty, a year goes by like a month. When you're 50, they seem to fly by like days. I was lucky enough to leave that concept behind before I got too far beyond 50.
I had been s... | A bookcase floated before me. I had taken a cursory glance over the first of the matching volumes to discover the old instructions of a choose your own adventure novel that I hadn't seen since elementary school. I flipped through several pages of nonsense before catching sight of something about a lemon that I recogniz... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Once I had acclimatised, they led me into an office. Wood-panelled, decadent, I thought, for this place - but I supposed they moved with the times here as well.
There was a man at the desk dressed in a white-grey suit. Subtle. They had told me about this man, when I had calmed down. He would show me all my significan... | A bookcase floated before me. I had taken a cursory glance over the first of the matching volumes to discover the old instructions of a choose your own adventure novel that I hadn't seen since elementary school. I flipped through several pages of nonsense before catching sight of something about a lemon that I recogniz... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | A bookcase floated before me. I had taken a cursory glance over the first of the matching volumes to discover the old instructions of a choose your own adventure novel that I hadn't seen since elementary school. I flipped through several pages of nonsense before catching sight of something about a lemon that I recogniz... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | A bookcase floated before me. I had taken a cursory glance over the first of the matching volumes to discover the old instructions of a choose your own adventure novel that I hadn't seen since elementary school. I flipped through several pages of nonsense before catching sight of something about a lemon that I recogniz... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Once I had acclimatised, they led me into an office. Wood-panelled, decadent, I thought, for this place - but I supposed they moved with the times here as well.
There was a man at the desk dressed in a white-grey suit. Subtle. They had told me about this man, when I had calmed down. He would show me all my significan... | I stared at the corner, where two walls joined.
The thing about eternity, is that small fragments of time cease to mean anything. When you're twenty, a year goes by like a month. When you're 50, they seem to fly by like days. I was lucky enough to leave that concept behind before I got too far beyond 50.
I had been s... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | I stared at the corner, where two walls joined.
The thing about eternity, is that small fragments of time cease to mean anything. When you're twenty, a year goes by like a month. When you're 50, they seem to fly by like days. I was lucky enough to leave that concept behind before I got too far beyond 50.
I had been s... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | I stared at the corner, where two walls joined.
The thing about eternity, is that small fragments of time cease to mean anything. When you're twenty, a year goes by like a month. When you're 50, they seem to fly by like days. I was lucky enough to leave that concept behind before I got too far beyond 50.
I had been s... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "The rarest of tomes," the angel spoke, his hands trembling as he carefully placed a piece of paper in my hands.
"How so?" I asked, puzzled.
"This piece of paper chronicles your entire life. Every good decision, every bad decision, every good moment, every bad."
The paper had under "actions" my date of birth, the wo... | Was this perhaps the cruel joke of some omnipresent force? Before me sat a brown, leatherbound tomb that measured out to be a similar height to my fully standing figure. Save for the dimly lit area around me there was only an unrelenting void. There was no distinguishable source for the light and the only other definin... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Once I had acclimatised, they led me into an office. Wood-panelled, decadent, I thought, for this place - but I supposed they moved with the times here as well.
There was a man at the desk dressed in a white-grey suit. Subtle. They had told me about this man, when I had calmed down. He would show me all my significan... | Was this perhaps the cruel joke of some omnipresent force? Before me sat a brown, leatherbound tomb that measured out to be a similar height to my fully standing figure. Save for the dimly lit area around me there was only an unrelenting void. There was no distinguishable source for the light and the only other definin... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | Was this perhaps the cruel joke of some omnipresent force? Before me sat a brown, leatherbound tomb that measured out to be a similar height to my fully standing figure. Save for the dimly lit area around me there was only an unrelenting void. There was no distinguishable source for the light and the only other definin... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I woke up on a clean white bed. I remembered last night, remember my heart stopping after a long battle, but it all felt like a dream. Where ever I was, it was a place I didn’t want to leave.
I got up off the bed, expecting the familiar creak of my seventy year old knees, but I instead found myself young again. Odd. ... | Was this perhaps the cruel joke of some omnipresent force? Before me sat a brown, leatherbound tomb that measured out to be a similar height to my fully standing figure. Save for the dimly lit area around me there was only an unrelenting void. There was no distinguishable source for the light and the only other definin... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I closed the book, and didn't move.
"Well," the angel said, "- how did you like it?"
Even though I was dead, I still felt nauseated. "Every single one. Every single decision I ever made was the wrong one. THE WRONG. FUCKING. ONE."
The angel grimaced. "Wow. That's...my goodness! That's actually quite impressive in a... | Was this perhaps the cruel joke of some omnipresent force? Before me sat a brown, leatherbound tomb that measured out to be a similar height to my fully standing figure. Save for the dimly lit area around me there was only an unrelenting void. There was no distinguishable source for the light and the only other definin... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | Was this perhaps the cruel joke of some omnipresent force? Before me sat a brown, leatherbound tomb that measured out to be a similar height to my fully standing figure. Save for the dimly lit area around me there was only an unrelenting void. There was no distinguishable source for the light and the only other definin... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | Once I had acclimatised, they led me into an office. Wood-panelled, decadent, I thought, for this place - but I supposed they moved with the times here as well.
There was a man at the desk dressed in a white-grey suit. Subtle. They had told me about this man, when I had calmed down. He would show me all my significan... | "The rarest of tomes," the angel spoke, his hands trembling as he carefully placed a piece of paper in my hands.
"How so?" I asked, puzzled.
"This piece of paper chronicles your entire life. Every good decision, every bad decision, every good moment, every bad."
The paper had under "actions" my date of birth, the wo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | "The rarest of tomes," the angel spoke, his hands trembling as he carefully placed a piece of paper in my hands.
"How so?" I asked, puzzled.
"This piece of paper chronicles your entire life. Every good decision, every bad decision, every good moment, every bad."
The paper had under "actions" my date of birth, the wo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | "The rarest of tomes," the angel spoke, his hands trembling as he carefully placed a piece of paper in my hands.
"How so?" I asked, puzzled.
"This piece of paper chronicles your entire life. Every good decision, every bad decision, every good moment, every bad."
The paper had under "actions" my date of birth, the wo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *Right this way, Mr. Muller*
"Right where?"
*Right here, follow my voice*
I'm not sure where I am. My last memory is getting in my car. I must have had an accident. I feel warm, safe and soft. Is this what painkillers feel like? No wonder everyone and their grandmother is addicted to them.
*Mr. Muller, you're not i... | Once I had acclimatised, they led me into an office. Wood-panelled, decadent, I thought, for this place - but I supposed they moved with the times here as well.
There was a man at the desk dressed in a white-grey suit. Subtle. They had told me about this man, when I had calmed down. He would show me all my significan... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | A dark room. A pedestal in the middle, illuminated by a pillar of light, upon which sat a thick book, pages uneven and frayed at parts.
As I took it into my worn hands, I could feel the density of it. The importance. All of the sadness, the fear, the excitement, anxiety, joy, love, ambition, heartache, fulfillment, f... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I woke up on a clean white bed. I remembered last night, remember my heart stopping after a long battle, but it all felt like a dream. Where ever I was, it was a place I didn’t want to leave.
I got up off the bed, expecting the familiar creak of my seventy year old knees, but I instead found myself young again. Odd. ... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I closed the book, and didn't move.
"Well," the angel said, "- how did you like it?"
Even though I was dead, I still felt nauseated. "Every single one. Every single decision I ever made was the wrong one. THE WRONG. FUCKING. ONE."
The angel grimaced. "Wow. That's...my goodness! That's actually quite impressive in a... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *I turn to the indicated page.*
*It's the same result.*
*I go back to where I'd held my finger between the pages and follow the other prompt to read what could have happened.*
*The same ending again.*
*I pick a random page, and follow the first option, reading for a few pages before looking over at the libraria... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "I know the page number you want. 14508."
I looked to God expectantly. He did, I suppose, know my heart. Gingerly, the pages flicked between my fingertips as I searched for the correct page. So many years had passed, wondering. Two marriages and two divorces, too. No children because I couldn't imagine myself having t... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | **Please let me know what you think!**
The book looked oddly delicate for something so big. The plain, black covers were frayed and the pages within soft and thin, tearing away from the spine in some places. It looked like a book that had been shelved, and re-shelved often, loved and read over and over again.
My name... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I had fun reading the book until I got to page 428.
I mean, my life was pretty great. I married Jodie, the love of my life. We had three beautiful children that I loved with all my heart. I got to meet my grandchildren, and even one great-grandbaby before I passed away at the ripe old age of 92.
But then I turned to ... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I had spent several chapters already reading without seeing a choice. The book was long, but only like, lord of the rings long, I had gotten pretty far at this point.*Maybe the title is a lie. No. Angel's don't lie. Do they? Maybe they aren't angels. Maybe you're in hell.*
I stopped reading on the last thought. With c... | I sat at the desk dumb-founded.
“You mean... you mean this is everything that could have happened if I just made a different decisions?”
The spirit in front of me is a friendly face but the marks on her neck tell a story of sadness. She looks at me as if I’m the first she says this to. “Yes. From the day you were bo... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I woke up on a clean white bed. I remembered last night, remember my heart stopping after a long battle, but it all felt like a dream. Where ever I was, it was a place I didn’t want to leave.
I got up off the bed, expecting the familiar creak of my seventy year old knees, but I instead found myself young again. Odd. ... | A dark room. A pedestal in the middle, illuminated by a pillar of light, upon which sat a thick book, pages uneven and frayed at parts.
As I took it into my worn hands, I could feel the density of it. The importance. All of the sadness, the fear, the excitement, anxiety, joy, love, ambition, heartache, fulfillment, f... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I closed the book, and didn't move.
"Well," the angel said, "- how did you like it?"
Even though I was dead, I still felt nauseated. "Every single one. Every single decision I ever made was the wrong one. THE WRONG. FUCKING. ONE."
The angel grimaced. "Wow. That's...my goodness! That's actually quite impressive in a... | A dark room. A pedestal in the middle, illuminated by a pillar of light, upon which sat a thick book, pages uneven and frayed at parts.
As I took it into my worn hands, I could feel the density of it. The importance. All of the sadness, the fear, the excitement, anxiety, joy, love, ambition, heartache, fulfillment, f... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | *I turn to the indicated page.*
*It's the same result.*
*I go back to where I'd held my finger between the pages and follow the other prompt to read what could have happened.*
*The same ending again.*
*I pick a random page, and follow the first option, reading for a few pages before looking over at the libraria... | A dark room. A pedestal in the middle, illuminated by a pillar of light, upon which sat a thick book, pages uneven and frayed at parts.
As I took it into my worn hands, I could feel the density of it. The importance. All of the sadness, the fear, the excitement, anxiety, joy, love, ambition, heartache, fulfillment, f... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | A dark room. A pedestal in the middle, illuminated by a pillar of light, upon which sat a thick book, pages uneven and frayed at parts.
As I took it into my worn hands, I could feel the density of it. The importance. All of the sadness, the fear, the excitement, anxiety, joy, love, ambition, heartache, fulfillment, f... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | I had fun reading the book until I got to page 428.
I mean, my life was pretty great. I married Jodie, the love of my life. We had three beautiful children that I loved with all my heart. I got to meet my grandchildren, and even one great-grandbaby before I passed away at the ripe old age of 92.
But then I turned to ... | A dark room. A pedestal in the middle, illuminated by a pillar of light, upon which sat a thick book, pages uneven and frayed at parts.
As I took it into my worn hands, I could feel the density of it. The importance. All of the sadness, the fear, the excitement, anxiety, joy, love, ambition, heartache, fulfillment, f... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | I woke up on a clean white bed. I remembered last night, remember my heart stopping after a long battle, but it all felt like a dream. Where ever I was, it was a place I didn’t want to leave.
I got up off the bed, expecting the familiar creak of my seventy year old knees, but I instead found myself young again. Odd. ... | |
[WP] After you die, you're handed a book about your life. You open it, expecting a novel. Instead you get a "Choose your own adventure" book with all of the decisions you ever made, and every outcome they could have had. | "Is this some kind of joke?" You ask, barely making any effort to conceal your frustration. You know better than to go off on the first guy you stumble across in the afterlife, but this is growing remarkably tedious.
The man behind the desk doesn't even meet your gaze and seems quite irritated by the disturbance. "I d... | I closed the book, and didn't move.
"Well," the angel said, "- how did you like it?"
Even though I was dead, I still felt nauseated. "Every single one. Every single decision I ever made was the wrong one. THE WRONG. FUCKING. ONE."
The angel grimaced. "Wow. That's...my goodness! That's actually quite impressive in a... |
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