I was seven years old when it first happened. Well, I guess I should say, the first time I saw one. My older brother, Joseph, and I were playing basketball in the driveway. The ball bounced hard off the rim and rolled into the street. Like an idiot, I ran into the street after the ball without looking both ways for cars. All I remember is hearing the screeching of car tires, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back looking up at the sun. I sat up on my butt first, and then stood on my feet. I could hear a lot of screaming. I started walking toward my mother and brother who were running toward me, but then they ran past me. It was very confusing. I turned around to see where they were running to and couldn’t believe what I saw. I saw my mother on her knees, holding me and screaming for help. Everything around me was moving in slow motion. The sun became brighter and brighter. I stood there watching my mother holding me and tried to make sense of what was happening. I was very scared and began to panic. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a male voice said to me, “It’s ok son, it’s not your time.” -Vincent’s Revelation by Jassin J Hakim

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of someone who has a near death experience.

Journaling Prompt: What do you believe happens when you die?

Art Prompt: Near death experience

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience the story of someone who has had a near death experience.

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2 Responses to Prompt #1267 Near Death

  1. Joyce Bruns says:

    This is so powerful, another one that hit me so hard and so fast. So, yet another haiku, and this one from my own life, as well as your prompt:

    A mother’s worst fear
    Is knowing her child has died.
    How will she survive?

    • Liz says:

      Oh Joyce! Did you lose a child? I can’t even imagine. You captured the plain horror of it so succinctly. Thank you for sharing this with me.

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