A Thousand Ways To Die Novels & Stories

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

Said the chauffeur. “You can help me with that if you don’t mind”. I slipped on my glasses. The chauffeur turned on the stereo, and then came a gentle blast of ‘Hello’, by Adele, filling up the silence in the car, and, I loved that calm motherly voice with which Adele dealt some justice to the pretty instrumentals. I rested my head against the seat’s headrest, and shot a smile at a signpost which read; ‘welcome to Guts Island’, But then came a flash of my ex-husband’s face on the fourth night of the previous month, drunk and scary, yelling and lowering towards my panicked face, making me sit up and gasp for air.

My whole body is numb, and all I can do is cough and sneeze. As soon as I get to land, I lay on the cold snow in a ball on my side. I can't feel anything. Maybe I am going to die. Freeze to death. Here lies Temperance Andrews. A pathetic nothing that died with no one to care about it. I close my eyes, not caring what will happen. In movies, there is always a person telling the other not to close their eyes. But no person is telling me that, so why should I care? ******************************

*** ~~Amara~~ *** How can you kill someone in the most torturous and painful way possible? Gut him with a knife? No, too easy. Throw him in a pot of boiling oil?Hmm, fair enough. Break his kneecaps, toss him to some wild beasts and watch in relish as they shread and scrap his bones to pieces? Well, Maybe. "There are one thousand ways to die, Lan," I groaned, anger brewing inside me as I stared at him with churning rage, "But you choose one."

"Eden… I didn't mean to… I really didn't know it would turn out like this… I just… I just heard the elders say that doing it this way helps the dead go to heaven… I was trying to do a good thing… I didn't mean any harm…" He trembled while he cried, as if he had suffered some terrible injustice. "I just wanted to do something for him…" "A good thing?" I repeated softly. "Feeding a body to dogs is a good thing? Shoving ashes up your hole is a good thing? Curtis, do you have a single honest word left in you?" I unlocked my phone and played the footage I had found near the operating room. The images were suffocatingly brutal. The body being dragged across the ground, torn at by dogs…

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

"It's all right. None of this is your fault." I refused to collapse there without trying to escape. Using the wall for support, I forced myself upright and drove my shoulder into the door again and again before feeling along the walls for another way out. The door was locked from the outside, and bundles of silver-moon flowers blocked the only vent. I spent the last of my strength trying to move the shelves away from it, but my legs gave out first, and I crashed to the floor. My fingers brushed against a smooth case beneath the shelf, and I remembered the phone that had fallen when Aiden shoved me inside.

“So it’s your brother’s show tonight?” “Yep. We’re very proud.” “I’ve got tickets. I’m taking my mum.” “Oh, that’s nice.” “Yeah. I’m not a mama’s boy or anything. She just gets lonely since my dad died.” “That’s sweet. I’ve got to go. Maybe I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight!” Reed called as I headed for the pharmacy. “You idiot.” I heard the other cop say. “Just ask her out.” “The cop has been flirting with you for a year.” Carol the Pharmacist said.