Creative Writing: The Soul Transporter Of The Virgo Cluster

of Cîroc I’d left there. I grab the bottle and take a few sips before I doze off into my final sleep. I wake up, surprised that I’m still conscious. I open my eyes and there’s noting but a white space that seemed to go on forever.

“Is this Heaven, Hell, or somewhere else? Where’s my body? Why do I feel as if I’m forgetting something?”, I said unto the void, not even expecting answer, maybe this was my hell. When suddenly, a voice sliced through the silence like a hot knife through butter. It was simultaneously that of a powerful, courageous man and that of an alluring, beautiful woman speaking at once,

“This is not Heaven or Hell it is Limbo. This is where souls come after death. You do not have a body because you are dead and your soul is not tethered to any person, place, and or object. I’m the Soul Transporter of the Virgo Cluster which your galaxy lies in. My designated name is XYLA6236589108, but you may call me Xyla. I am here to help you select which planet you will be reincarnated on. You're emotions have been suppressed to make this whole process run smoother”. said the voice without even taking a breath.

A being appeared right in front of me. It appeared to be a seven year old girl with metallic silver hair reaching to her ankles and wearing a simple black dress that fell to the same length as her hair. She had golden irises and under her eye lied black words that read the name Xyla in all capital letters. She had full lips and bronze skin.

“Shall we begin”, she