As I Lay Dying Audiobook Novels & Stories

There was no ointment, so I gave up and fell asleep like that. In the middle of the night, a high fever dragged me out of sleep. My throat burned like fire. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. It was Kian. He sat hunched over, carefully applying ointment to the bruises on my arm. I watched him quietly. “Kian, I’m dying. Will you grant me one last wish?” His hand paused. “Stop talking nonsense. What wish?” “Let me leave this place. I don’t want to die here, and I don’t want any of you at my funeral.”

I didn’t give Luca another chance to perform love. I just turned around and walked away. Out of the hospital. Once I was outside, I took out my phone and called the number I had once heard whispered about in circles where power, money, and disappearance could all be bought. The line connected almost immediately. “I want to commission a death.” The woman on the other end didn’t sound surprised. “Go on.” “I need to disappear within three days,” I said. “Completely. No trail. No body. No way for anyone to find me. I want the world to believe I’m dead.”

When my elder sister, Melanie Grant, is 15, I inadvertently cause the death of our parents. I want to eat cake, so Mom and Dad make a U-turn halfway. Tragically, a drunk driver behind the wheel of a heavy-duty truck takes their lives on the spot. I suffer a severe blow to the head, causing my mental capacity to regress to that of a seven-year-old. Alone, Melanie buries Mom and Dad. When the orphanage offers to take me in, she holds back her tears and shakes her head. "My little brother needs me." Everyone believes she simply cannot bear to lose all her family members at once, but they assume that sooner or later, she'll remember what I've done and send me to the orphanage. Over the nex

Am I dying? Asphyxiation began to paralyze my senses. I lay on the floor looking at the sky, with the last strength to say a word, "I'm sorry."

"I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. 'There will come a time,' I said, 'when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you... Wait which book is this?" I turn it, looking at the front cover. "The fault in our stars by John Green," Asher says. "It's the story about a teenage girl diagnosed with lung cancer." "Oh.. it's only the first chapter. Can we read again from the beginning?" I ask. "Yeah.." he nods. "But did you

" As I listened to my father’s gentle words, even my empty soul felt a deep ache. Christopher seemed to recall the past as he remained kneeling on the ground, locked in a standoff with my father. "Dad, let me at least make amends to Phoebe." His back was straight, as if he was prepared to kneel there forever if he had to. "The one who really deserves to die is you!" My father coughed a few times, clearly infuriated. "Oh, my son! What are you still doing here? Nikki is pregnant!" At some point, Sally appeared, making sure everyone knew the news.

he urged, his voice cracking with a heartache that mirrored my own. I shook my head, tears finally breaking free as I looked at him. "It's okay," I murmured, my voice soft and resigned. Each word felt weighted with finality. "I love you, Rykor." My body slumped to the floor, the pain surging through me too much to bear. I knew this was it, and as I lay there listening to the chosen around me, my eyes fixated on the ceiling before me. I had played my death out in my mind a million times before that. When the time came, I would lay under the moon, letting its light bath me as I drifted away. This was not what I had dreamed, and as I lay there ready to die, my heart begged for me to hang on to

“I stopped caring about whispers the day I buried my husband. The world doesn’t get a say in how we survive it.” Laya looked down at her hands and thought of Kyle again, the machines, the quiet beep of his heart monitor, the way he squeezed her fingers in the night when he was lucid enough to know she was there. She thought of John, his voice, his final wishes, and she thought of herself, alone, sinking deeper each day, trying to save everyone with nothing but air in her lungs. This felt like air or something close enough, a lifeline wrapped in thorns. She cleared her throat. Her voice was low. “Tell me exactly what it entails. No fluff. No ambiguity.”

Lying here with a loss of words, hearing no sound but that of a dirge I searched my mind but it comes blank, the sounds of Lament fell like I sank Deadweight is my body all dressed and adorned, to be viewed by the ones who felt I have scorned Tucked in a billow of alabaster white, a weight of coins to keep out the light How is it possible I am lying here, surrounded by people who don’t shed a tear? Trying to move to stop this façade, not wanting to meet the one they call God

"You’re awful! I’ll never talk to you again. And I’ll tell Mom’s spirit not to love you anymore. I’ll burn all the things she kept of yours. Waaaah…" She sobbed so hard she could barely breathe. I spun in helpless circles, my heart aching for her. Then came a muffled voice from the other end of the phone. "Is your mom really dead?"