As Good As Dead Novels & Stories

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"

My scream traveled through the endless space, echoing back at me. AAAAH... "Okay." I blinked. I took a deep breath. "Okay, Amelia. Don't panic." I paused. "You're probably dead." "Okay." I swallowed. "So I'm dead..." I looked around. "...and the afterlife has terrible interior design." I started panicking, pacing around— well floating, "How did I even die? I was attacked by a black smoke oozing out of that vase! Evil smoke! Who dies from smoke? That's something that happens in horror movies when the protagonist makes stupid decisions."

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Lawrence Schwartz, CEO of Schwartz Corporation, resigned in disgrace as the company announced bankruptcy restructuring. I turned off the news and switched to a popular comedy show. With laughter filling the room, the three of us raised our glasses together. "To a bright future! And to better days ahead!"

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

It was none other than Adele, She was handcuffed on the bed, and the men, licking her body. "You bastards," Within a blink of an eye, there was blood everywhere. The four men were dead on the bed. "Adele," he wrapped her body with a piece of silk sheet. "Don't touch me," Adele muttered something. "I want to die. Kill me, please," "Somebody help me, please," Decker yelled. Finally, the pain from his eyes looking at her surfaced up, He picked her head close to his heart. "My flower," he whispered, but Adele was not in the mood to hear his voice.

Then past us—toward the locked door. “You didn’t hear?” he asked. A pause. “No,” Alex said. The man exhaled slowly. Not heavily. Just enough to show this wasn’t the first time he was saying it. “He’s gone.” The words didn’t land. Not yet. “Gone?” Alex repeated. The man’s eyes returned to mine. And this time— He didn’t soften it. “Dead.” Everything narrowed. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Just… sharply. Like the world had focused itself into one point—

Zayn laid hold of his shirt and snared, "Who the fvck are you all?" He laughed and sniffed with blood running out of his nose, "We are the revolution" He slowly let go of the body to the ground and the man was gone. He was dead. Zayn turned and his eyes met with that of Allegra whose fist was tightened. She said to him, "Another dead end, these guys keep dying like it's nothing" "It sounds strange but they die after saying, Hail, Alpha Ajax. Like an activator for the death or something"

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

After all, he was already dead. “Well, getting a paycheck sounds realistic to me. And besides, if any of this is real, which I'm willing to believe it is, I haven't played video games for nothing, have I? I never imagined having no motivation would work out this way, I think being dead is more fun than being alive.” “I am glad you find being dead enjoyable, but I need to inform you that you need to throw away anything you believe to be true and be prepared to witness the truth of the universe. Mr. Akira, please be ready. The system is computing…