1000 Funny Ways To Die Novels & Stories

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

Fumbling with his phone, he scrolled for what felt like an eternity before finding my chat window at the very bottom. The last message was from me a month ago. "Brother, how is your eyes recovering?" He pounded on the screen as if that could release the fear building inside him. [Been playing dead for a month now? My patience has limits! Reply within three seconds!] [Don't think faking your death will work, I'll disown you if you push me!] [Answer me!] But brother, I'm really dead. My brother, however, thought I was provoking him.

She would lean against the doorframe in one of my dresses, sometimes holding a glass of wine, sometimes filing her nails, and she would tell me, in the conversational tone of a woman chatting about the weather, about all the ways she planned to dispose of my body when I finally died. "I have been thinking, Mary. There is a property out past the river. Very rural. No one goes there. I could just have you driven out one night and left in a field. The animals would do the rest within a week. There would not be enough left of you to identify." I did not respond. She enjoyed it more when I did not respond. "Or I could have you cremated. There are crematoriums that do not ask questions if you pay

Kira elucidated beside me while giggling softly, and my heart flushed with happiness at the sight of her smile. "Yes," I said."A good day to die hard." I retorted with a smile plastered on my face. A buzzing sound was heard, and a small hole was visible on top of the cage. We watch in curiosity, waiting for whatever they are going to send out again. After what seemed like an entity, different weapons were thrown down on the cage floor. including short knives, spikes, bows, and arrows.

"You know, when I get sick of you, I may just pull that stunt. Kill me and frame you for it. So we're both dammed." "Is that your way of telling me you're suicidal?" He narrowed his look. "Only for you." I repeated his earlier words. Chuckling, he got off the chair and went back inside. "What are you doing?" I thrust my head curiously. "When you die, it'll be one of three things: Me choking you. I toss you off a cliff. Or you kill yourself because you'd hate yourself when you realise you don't hate me." He pulled a house phone, which I must have missed. I scoffed, then tailed him.

Yeah we may have to I say the back of my throat sore from crying and screaming. Death may be the only way out.

“Let us take turns stabbing him!” “Boil him in hot oil!” “Amputate his body parts!” “Burn him on a stake!” Various aggrieved individuals in the crowd screamed out the different ways they would like to see Kai killed and I wished I could kill him in every single one of the gruesome ways they’d suggested just for the fun of it. “Silence!” I commanded as I rose to my feet and the huge crowd fell silent immediately.

This was the most bizarre night of my life. "Are you…I'm sorry…Are you asking me, if you sexed a demon so good, you killed them?" "You're laughing but a man died today," she said solemnly. "Your laughing but I felt a man cum and die." "I'm…you're right, my apologies. Well, if it's any consolation, knowing Zee, he was probably very honored to spend his last moments doing what he loved best. But, I wouldn't fret too much here. Knowing Zee he's probably very much alive elsewhere, and this was only a minor inconvenience for the man. He's probably laughing it up."

Aren’t you asking to die? Sob sob sob!