Short Stories

as i look down upon his dying world from my vantage point i see a man
repenting his sins in a desperate attempt to keep his salvation.
although he has done nothing wrong over the course of his life, he still has doubts about his faith. in fact the man may be a priest yet still he grovels.
even though most of his world is behind him, the man still believes that he can do something to change his destiny. the man then leaves his body as it’s frailness fails him, yet he travels to no heaven or hell yet he floats in limbo in
a utopia of other "spirits". all good and bad are here no difference in class,
both the rich and poor are here. however he wont stay here for long for he has another mission. back to earth he will go. in which form, i guess nobody truly knows. maybe it will give the man a second chance to spread his religion. but will anyone listen?