As I Lay Dying Novels & Stories

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

I said in confidence. Truth was, I wasn’t so sure about the not dying part. But I was willing to try anything to bring him back. Even if I die doing it. And I know he will hate me for it if I did die after I bring him back, but ask me if I cared at that moment. I was being selfish. I won’t roam the earth with the unbearable pain of his loss. I’d rather he does it instead as punishment for dying on me when I already warned him not to fight Dominic.

I can feel some go down. “This is not working,” I hear Tatina say. They lay me back, and I feel myself moving again. “We have to get here in the van. I can start an IV when we get her home,” I hear Lester say. I feel his hand touching mine. He is with me now. I can rest. I close my eyes again. I hear the muffled voices, but I do not know what is being said. I feel like I am dying. I am not ready to die, not yet. I want to live and be with my love. Lester! I try to scream, but nothing is coming out. My eyes are shut and will not move for me. I can hear something but then nothing. I am dying. This is not fair!

He lay sprawled on the pavement, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. I looked down at them. That was all it took? They couldn't handle it anymore? Suddenly, a battered old van screeched to a stop by the curb. The door slid open, and a young woman in tattered clothes with a face covered in blood was kicked out, sending her crashing hard onto the pavement right by Jeremy's feet. It was Lucille. Clutched tightly in her hands was a stack of developed photographs. The images in the photos were crystal clear. Three teenage boys were stripped naked and pinned to the ground beneath someone's feet.

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

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

Don’t f—’ She dropped to the ground and passed out. ~ ‘Where am I?’ Layla blinked as she stared at the white ceiling, and scrunched her nose at the heavy smell of antiseptics. She rolled to her side, the bed creaking under her weight, and Zayne was sitting on a chair beside her, scrolling through his phone. “Zayne?” She whispered, her voice hoarse, and he lifted his gaze. “You’re awake,” he said, sounding almost relieved, and slipped his phone into his pocket.

And far away, somewhere beyond the noise, a phone that had been forcefully hung up was about to ring again. White-hot pain tore through me. Blood flooded my mouth, metallic and choking. My body convulsed violently as oxygen vanished entirely. The world began to fade— sounds stretching, faces blurring, everything pulling away from me. Just as darkness was about to swallow me whole— A voice cut through the chaos like a gunshot. “Lay one more hand on my daughter,” she said slowly, “and none of you will ever leave this ship alive.”

My hands flew to my neck, terror evident in my eyes as my vision blurred immediately. “Jade, please, stay with me!” I heard Layla’s distant voice. I tried, but my body wasn’t listening. The room spun. My lungs burnt. I gasped, but no air came. I was choking. Dying.

I found myself repeating over and over again as I rocked her back and forth. I suddenly noticed that she was becoming stable. Her trembling was becoming feeble and she was becoming stable once more but instead of rejoicing, my heart sank.. she was dying, the same way Ariana died. “No.. no.. no… Layla!” I shouted her name and at the same time, shook her body roughly with the hopes of waking her up but nothing happened. I didn't need to press an ear to her chest. My sharp ears could hear her heartbeat quite clearly and it was slowly decreasing.