Is there a writer in u? Or are you in a mood to read some short interesting stories? Here's the Story Section for all tastes.

A man and his dog died together, and after death, were walking along a road.
He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.
It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch
that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent
gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the
gate looked like pure gold.

He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a
desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where
are we?" "This is heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir.
Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured,
and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in,
too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." The man thought a moment and then
turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road
which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was
no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree
and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be
seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough,
there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl
and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and
the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the
folks who'll leave their best friends behind".