resteemed and upvoted. Here is the link to my entry https://steemit.com/contest/@felt.buzz/my-first-time-an-entry-for-the-stach-short-story-contest-13-199-words-max
If you don't want to click through my story has 188 words:
The first time I came back to life it came as a bit of a surprise, I can tell you.
And as much to me as to my poor grieving mother. I am used to it now, of course - I have died and come back seventeen times now - but the first time was a real shocker.
I was fourteen at the time. I was out, playing in the street, and chased the ball smack-bang into an oncoming car. He didn't stop, and I was dead before my friend Billy could find someone to call the ambulance.
I spluttered back to life in the coffin, moments before I was due to be buried.
Boy, did I hammer the lid and I hollered “Let me out let me!” so hard it hurt my throat.
I think I made my mother wet her pants.
I remember a terrible thirst and an even worse headache: I couldn’t tolerate light for a fortnight afterwards.
After my mother stopped screaming, and crying, and laughing, and hugging me I made her promise to wait a full week, the next time, before hammering that box shut.