As I Lay Dying Novels & Stories

" He doesn't reply, watching me take my last breath. I try not to feel disappointment as black spots fill my vision and my life begins to fade. “ Asger.“ That is the last thing I hear as I breathe my last. ~P-Lia~

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

I am dead…. ****

Maybe days. The Absolute knows. I can feel it watching. Waiting. Patient. Knowing my dying moment approaches. Knowing desperation comes. Knowing immunity fails when death is imminent. Knowing it wins. Soon. Finally. Inevitably. "You look tired." Kai says. This morning's Kai. Who chose me. Who believes me. Who loves me. For today. Until midnight. Until forgetting. "Are you okay?" "I'm dying." I tell him. No point hiding it. "The daily stress. The constant battles. The years of suffering. It's killing me. Faster than normal aging. Faster than it should. I'm dying. Soon."

But I followed her and saw her sitting in the living room, drinking wine in one of Mom’s expensive glasses with a smile on her face. “She’s finally gone,” Lily murmured. “No one will fight me for them again.” She leaned back on the sofa and laughed softly. That laugh was colder than the graveyard wind. When night fell, Adrian returned to my grave alone. He sat there for a long time, his black coat covered in dust from the ground. In his hand was a small bunch of wildflowers he had picked from somewhere near the road. He placed them gently in front of my headstone. “Naomi,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

Scarlett seemed to remember something and immediately told them to let me go. Seth pointed at me in frustration. "Scarlett, don't let Ron fool you. He's the one who's acting. "I barely tapped him three times and he's acting like he's dying. Who's he trying to fool?" The moment he finished speaking, I collapsed to the ground, unable to support myself. Blood seeped through my white shirt, spreading across my back in a dark red stain. The onlookers gasped in shock. "Ron, are you okay?"

Her lashes trembled. She tried looking at me. The world was narrowing around her. I could see it happening. Skin paling. Breath thinning. I pressed my lips to her forehead. Her fingers curled weakly into my shirt. “I’m… dying, aren’t I?” “No.” My voice cracked. I didn’t allow that. I never allow that. “You are not dying in this office.” Her breathing hitched. “…not…how… I pictured Friday,” she murmured. Even now.

Lyra pov I sighed, the sound leaving me like the last breath of a dying thing. “I don’t know what’s going on anymore,” I said quietly, staring at the flickering lantern between us, “but as you can see… I’m not dead.” Draven leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, golden eyes fixed on me like he was trying to read every fracture in my soul. “You’re telling me?” he said, one brow lifting. “From all indications, you were very convincingly dead. Funeral, tears, speeches, a casket, the whole dramatic production.”

My mother hugged me and patted my head as she said, “You’re the best, Yelena. You’re the greatest gift from God.” But one day, that gift rotted away and was thrown into the ditch. Anything thrown into a drain was dirty. It was a perfect match for someone like me. My eyelids grew heavier, and my tears fell. The piercing sound of alarms traveled into my ears, along with the doctor’s orders. “The patient is in critical condition and has no will to live. Save her!” I saw multiple people moving around. It was a mess. I sighed. I was lucky. At the final moments of my life, I still had people trying their hardest to save me.