Join Free! | Login    
   Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
Where Authors and Readers come together!


Featured Authors:  David Litwack, iMr. Ed, iJack Harney, iDavid Gelber, iAaron Cole, iPaul Williams, iRhoberta Shaler, i

  Home > Fantasy > Stories
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Neil D Ostroff

· + Follow Me
· Contact Me
· Success story
· Books
· Articles
· Poetry
· News
· Stories
· Blog
· 185 Titles
· 86 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
Member Since: Mar, 2011

Neil D Ostroff, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.

Sample chapter of my newest middle grade paranormal : AFTER
By Neil D Ostroff
Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Not rated by the Author.

Share    Print  Save   Follow

Recent stories by Neil D Ostroff
· Days to live?
· Drop Out
· Great summer read
· Imagination
· AFTER we die?
           >> View all 40

Swept up by dark adventure, Nick learns the devil has caused global war in the mortal world. The devil intends to collect billions of souls and then turn them into a massive zombie army to take over creation. Spirits intent on stopping the apocalypse insert Nickís soul into the human body of a prominent, young army commander who lives in the future. Thrust into the center of a historic battle, he takes on almost limitless enemy forces using skills learned from this other personís life; only to die a second time and come face to face with the ultimate adversary.


Chapter 1
     I’m not breathing!
     I can’t feel my arms or legs!
     I can’t move!
     “Time of death,” said a tall man dressed in surgical attire. He had cotton-colored hair, a snowy white moustache, and a long beard. “1:17 P.M.
     “This doesn’t make sense,” a female doctor replied, shaking her head.
     She leaned over to examine me. Penlight illuminated my right eye and then my left. A stethoscope pressed against my chest. The female doctor turned around to look at the heart monitor. Hastily, the tall man withdrew a golf ball-size crystal from his front pocket and circled it above my chest. Blue light flashed from its center before he stashed it away.
     Despite being in a bright, sterile room, snake-like bands of black shadow burst from the walls and dropped to the floor. The female doctor didn’t notice as the bands whipped up my body and into my ears, nose, and mouth.
     My vision dimmed.
     Scenes of my life appeared in front of me as if I were standing on the sidelines observing. Everything I’d ever done played like a movie in fast-forward: standing in my crib, learning to walk, to ride my bike, my first day at WhitmoreElementary School, fishing with dad at the pier, my freshman prom with Sarah, getting my learner’s permit last month. The visions ended with me collapsing on the lawn earlier today and Sarah running toward me with a look of horror on her face.
     Suddenly, I’m back on the hospital gurney. I lifted toward the ceiling; an exact copy of my physical made of cloud. I looked down at my body. My mortal eyes were glazed and half-lidded. My face was a sick, milky color. A luminous cord the width of a shoelace stretched from my human head into the back of my spirit head.    
     Something popped inside my skull. The connecting cord turned to sparkle. 
     “I’ll notify those in the waiting room that the patient passed away,” the tall man said. “The mother, and I believe, the patient’s girlfriend, are in there.” 
     The doctor’s face looked almost as pale as mine on the gurney.
     “This should not have happened,” she said, as she peeled off a latex glove. “This boy should not be dead!”
     Sound disappeared. I propelled upward through a spinning vortex of stars. I stopped and suddenly my world was bright and filled with pain, as if my skin had caught fire. I was standing on the front porch of my house. Shafts of sunlight beat down from the clear blue sky. I grabbed at the doorknob and my momentum carried me forward through the wood and into the foyer. Sunlight beamed from the windows like lasers.
      I ran across the hallway through the closed basement door and down the steps into the dark, cool cellar; and relief. Filamentous illumination drifted off my spirit body. I scratched my arm and my fingertips raked along what felt like real skin. I patted my chest and thighs, they were solid. All my memories, dreams, and hopes were intact. I was an identical blueprint of my former self.
     I went back up the steps and pushed my head through the closed door. The sun had set and the house was dark, except for the kitchen. The wall clock showed 8:45 P.M. Hours had passed in what I perceived as seconds.
     I stepped all the way through the door, looked for my reflection in the windows, and saw none.
     I headed into the kitchen. Glow cast by the overhead fluorescents heated my spirit flesh, but the discomfort was bearable. Ma sat at the table in her ratty blue robe. Her face looked chalky and devastated. Bone-white fingers gripped her coffee mug.
     “Ma,” I said.
     She didn’t respond, just stared ahead in a stupor.
     Her lips contorted with grief.
     “My husband and my son,” she muttered to the air. “Both gone on the same day. Why? Why has this happened?”
     She started to sob.
     I stood in absolute shock. It had been two years since a stroke had left my father in a coma at Pine Brook Nursing Home. Ma and I did our best to keep him cared for and comfortable. I even got a before-school job at Pine Brook cooking breakfast three mornings a week so I could spend time with him, arriving early and talking to him before my shift started, hoping by some miracle that he’d respond. Say something. Anything. He never did.
     Ma dabbed at her eyes, raised the mug, sipped, and then set it, hands trembling, back onto the table. I reached around to hug her, but my arms passed through her body.
     “I’ll be right back,” I said into her ear.
     I turned and walked through the drywall, through the insulation and vinyl siding, and into the night. Crickets chirped. Moths fluttered dizzyingly and bumped the back porch light. A car droned down the street. The world was as it should be.
     When I stepped back through the wall, 10:30 P.M. beamed from the stove’s clock and Ma’s sobs emanated from upstairs.
     “You’re coming with me,” said a gravelly voice. “Your time on the Earthlevel is complete.”

       Web Site: Official website of author Neil D. Ostroff

Want to review or comment on this short story?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!

Popular Fantasy Stories
1. Secrets in Sulsut - Episode I (full versio
2. The Phantom Library
3. FREE AudioBook Fantasy Short Story
4. Faux Companion
5. Old Jake
6. V:My Version,the original V that is .
7. A Goddess Awakens: Chapter 13
8. Of Witches and Wands - Nomadin Chapter Two
9. Who Walks Your Psychosis?
10. An Adventure in my own Back Yard.

The Quest for the Prize,Vol 2: The Replenishment by Keith Dyne

The quest continues, see how Jerry and his colleagues progress on their quest for the Prize.....  
BookAds by Silver, Gold and Platinum Members

The Chronicles of Henry Roach-Dairier: New South Dairy Colony 50 by Deborah Frontiera

The second book of the trilogy, The Chronicles of Henry Roach-Dairier, this volume will be enjoyed by astute 10 or 11 year olds as well as adults. A reader does not have to read To..  
BookAds by Silver, Gold and Platinum Members

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
© AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.