Coming Back (Story by MikasiWolf)

One never knows what to believe in till the day he dies. Heaven? Hell? The fact is, it’s neither of them. When Joseph Snyder caved my head into the sidewalk for a few dollars and my four-year old IPhone, I felt free. Free from the earthly bonds that had defined my life ever since I arrived to this town. Relieved I would no longer feel the pain of heartbreak when Jessy Maria the raccoon dumped me. Thankful I no longer felt the sting of rejection from when Pa kicked me out of the family, all because I dated outside of my species. My life was constant pain, the suffering prolonged only by my stretched-out existence. My ears and tail had always lain flat when I lived. And when I died, I was perpetually in this state of bliss; no thoughts, no worries, no nothing. Everything just felt right. That was the first time my tail stood, even as my life melted into the sidewalk. So believe me when I tell you how angry I was when a novice Magic Man brought me back to life. No one of the living can ever understand the shock and fury at being ripped out of one’s well-deserved peace. It was as much my rage at this and his belief that I should be grateful that had me wringing his life out of...

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