As I Lay Dying Novels & Stories

There's so much I haven't done yet. There's so much I haven't felt yet. A stream of hot tears flow down my cheeks. "I really don't want to die, especially not here. And not like this." I choke on the lucrid smell of my burning flesh, as I watch my legs disappear alongside a part of my abdomen. "Anybody out there, I don't want to die... please..." I beg whatever god would lend an ear to my broken pleas. “Me…lin…da. I’m…so.. sorry…”

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

Like I was already floating away. Maybe this was it. Death. [System Online]

The Lower District was a graveyard of industrial dreams, but tonight, it was the center of the world. Inside Case’s loft, the air was thick with the smell of scorched electronics and stale coffee. Lydia sat on a crate, her eyes fixed on the wall of monitors. Adrian lay on the cot behind her. He was awake, but his skin was a translucent grey, the violet veins beneath his surface flickering like dying embers.

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’m expecting you to make the right choice. Otherwise, you’ll be dead before sunset.” “Y-You…” Layla couldn’t continue what she wanted to say without coughing. The air was stuck in her throat and her lungs needed it to so badly. Not only that she had to breathe, but her brain seemed dry and if the air wasn’t supplied, she’d be dead for sure for not being able to think of a solution out of the mess she put herself in.

I would die, and if I had one regret it was that I wouldn’t get to see my mate one last time. I could feel my hold on consciousness begin to slip as I watched my impending death draw closer to me with each passing second, and— The sound of the door behind Malcolm literally breaking apart and falling off its hinges interrupted my thoughts, and with the last bit of strength flowing through me I saw Layla standing at the doorway. She wore the hospital gown she’d had on since, and her hair sat unbound, forming a fiery halo around her drawn white face—but I had never seen a sight so beautiful.

The coffin loomed in front of me, cold and inviting. I turned to the crowd again, my so-called family, then back to Lucas. My legs trembled as I slowly stood. Every movement hurt, but none of it mattered now. I was going to die either way. My throat burned. My chest ached. I approached the coffin and opened it. Inside, the cushioning looked soft. Ironically comfortable. I gave a soft, bitter smile. At least I’d die lying down. No one would watch me take my last breath. Tears welled in my eyes as I lay inside the coffin, curling slightly on my side.

“Stay with me, Kael. I'll stop this bleeding and call for help. I'll–” “It's too late, Ashley. I am dying.” He said. “No!” I shouted, glaring at him. “You're not dying, and I'll make sure you're not.” “I'm sorry, I'm not able to protect you, Ashley. I wanted to,” Kael coughed, his face etched in pain. “I-I wanted to prove to you that I am not…” “No, don't speak. Don't say another word.” I said in a shaky voice.

That only proved how pathetic I was. That would make me a pathetic ghost. The storm in Russel’s eyes didn’t die down as he said coldly, "If you really want to know, come find me tomorrow. There are things Emma shouldn’t hear." "Don’t tell him. You can’t tell him," I silently remarked. I frantically tried to push Russel’s arm, but my hand passed right through him again. I had been dead for so long now. What’s the point in telling him? …… The next day, after Russel dropped Emma off at preschool, he went back to open the billiard hall.