As Good As Dead Novels & Stories

The words slipped softly from my mouth. Then, like a passing breeze, I disappeared. A broken cry echoed through the living room. The world was beautiful. If I get another life... I hope it has a happier ending.

Maybe even…dead. ***

" look. He turned towards the stage and The principal started her address. The whole address thing was a blur since I was wondering why he called me a Zombie? Did I look that bad? I was getting anxious. I slowly whispered to Becky.' He called me a Zombie'. But she couldn't hear me, so I texted her. Becky: Whatttt???? Angry emoji. June: Do I look bad? Becky: Don't kid yourself, I think he is blind!

Ciao Adios, Hunter. You’re dead to me.

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

⸻ And again. Elara stepping out alive. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Poised. ⸻ Standing beside Aaron. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ ALIVE. ⸻ ⸻ Her breathing became uneven. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻ Hands trembling slightly. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ Because dead people— weren’t supposed to come back. ⸻ ⸻ Then came the second blow.

“We need to get him to the infirmary now! He can still...he can still...” My voice broke completely because even as I said it, my body already knew. That stillness wasn’t unconsciousness, it was something else. Asher exhaled slowly, like this whole situation was exhausting instead of catastrophic. “That won’t help,” he said. I turned on him fully now, fury blazing through every vein. “What do you mean it won’t...” “He’s already dead.” The world went quiet, not silent but dead like everything had been sucked out of it in one violent pull.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

(Baba talk say dem drop am- the man said they dropped them yesterday) I didn't see any gun talk more of gunsss. It's official, I'm dead."I didn't see any gun when I got in here." I answered looking obviously confused. "What do you mean you didn't see any g...!!" Ayo said to me as his voice raised with every word, a voice cut him off. Thank the almighty. I turn to face the speaker, it was the short looking man. "It's okay" He said that with a lot of command in his voice. Looking at his face I realised he looks older than every one of them. Good thing, they have a responsible leader.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.