Here's how this works. I shall start us on a first sentence. Add as much as you like write what you want BUT! it has to go with the last sentence so the story moves correctly.

Starting:

The morning is dim lit. I yawn feeling the warmth of the suns rays on my face.

-A

I pet my cat who is still fast asleep. I get up and get ready to take a shower.

Given this time I decide to get the essentials of what I need for the shower. Towel, Washcloth, Clothes for later.

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I went inside the shower, slip on the random soap on the floor, hit my head very hard, and died. The end.

*point of view changes*

I go to the funeral of someone who died carelessly today. The person's name was Jill. I didn't feel any emotion, neither sympathy nor sadness for they died stupidly.

>>4 just let it be. It's different from the other ones because it is intended to make sense :)

You just had to put my name.

As I stare at the coffin, with all my emotions intact, I wondered if she was able to live her life. Will I die stupidly like her? Or will I be generic from all populations most cause of death: traffic accident. I prefer the latter but that would be a shame if I'm the cause of deaths. Ohh well.. let just go with the flow but suicide is sounding good to me. I can pick what time, date, weather, and location, that I'm going to die. Unlike Jill who died on the bathroom, just because she slipped on a random soap on the floor.

I still have to wonder how the hell she actually just fell down like that... It must have been painful dying like that. Man, i feel bad now. As I talk to myself, Mrs. Louise, Jill's mom walks over tears rolling down her cheeks. "Hello Anna." She says to me stifling a sob. My eyes soften, "Hey Mrs. Louise, how are you.." I ask giving her a hug. Bittersweet but kind all the same...

I give my condolences to Mrs. Louise and fake and expression of sorrow, although I feel nothing for the departed douche, and as she goes on to greet new arrivals to the funeral, I turn back to the coffin, only to find myself in a cold shock, my gaze locked with that of Jill herself, standing right next to her corpse in an ethereal form, looking at me with an almost emotionless face, with only a slight pinch of curiosity.

My eyes curiously scan this ethereal Jill. I walk up to the form, staring intently at it. 'what the hell?' I think to myself.

I'm digging inside myself, going deeper and deeper, hoping to find the slightes feeling of sorrow, despair, sadness, or even an emotion whatsoever. But nothing lays there, it's a desserted area when once there were cherry blossoms, trees and life...yes there was a time when I felt alive, and full of feelings. But it was all ruined, shttered on that particular day which shall never escape my mind...

That day was the day before Jill died... I feel my heart drop to my stomach as the ghost of jill points to a man in the crouding of family that shouldn't be here. He isn't even a part of the family! Who is he...

That Guy je the one who killed Jill. So I tought, but when I asked jer that she just turn to the other side and started walking. Few Minutes later the same man droped on his knes and started Screaming from pain. That moment I realized that Jill was a grim reaper. In my grad I only heard my voice asking myself why, why did she showed me this, what the Hell she wants with me, why am I here right now...

I think a lot about why I am here, why I am trapped in this particular moment. But then I bring myself to realise that I am human and this is my set course. I cannot escape the fate that the world has set for me, I cannot escape from the haunting memories of Jill's death, the inescapable fear when I realised she was an ethereal being. I can only begin to imagine what she was thinking, what she was feeling when she decided to decided to deceive me. But, where do I go from here?...

"I never deceived anyone. I just showed you that,that guy is dying, you should freaking called 911. But you just froze when you see that and let him die. You thought I was a grim reaper but I wasn't. I tried telling you but you couldn't hear me. You can see me but couldn't hear me. I was devestated. So I decided to haunt till you die in your peaceful life, and tell you afterwards when your the same as me. Maybe I should try sign language, maybe you'll understand me."

"Anyway's you just let Icefire die because of your stupidity. How do you say 911 in sign language though? By the way, you're a psychic now since you can see dead people breh."

I began to rethink again about why i am here...