Better Off Dead Novels & Stories

"Two stories. W⁠ould've broken both legs‌ at lea⁠st. Ma‍y​be your neck‌ if you land⁠ed wrong." "Bett‌er than​ stayi‌ng her‌e." "Is it?" He ti​lted his he​ad. S​tudyin‌g me. "You really think⁠ death's better than us?" "Yes.​" S​ome⁠thing flickere‌d in his eyes. Not ang⁠er. Somethi‍ng‍ el‌s‌e. S‌ometh​in‍g dar​ker.​

"I think there's something suspicious about how Dad and the others died, Uncle Shawn. I mean, think about it—Dad was young and healthy, not to mention Mom and Draco. Is it possible that there was some foul presence at work, or perhaps a contagious plague? "I think we should forgo a traditional burial. I heard people from the big cities say that if it's a disease, burning the bodies cleanses everything," I said as I looked innocently toward Uncle Shawn, making sure my voice rang out across the entire funeral hall. Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately backed away, shoving and jostling each other as they packed into the courtyard with terror written all over their faces. They were absolutel

Being good has never paid anyone, it always made them weak and that was why he was dead and I was still here. This world wasn’t meant for good people, they were all dead because they couldn’t survive, including her. “Wow, I guess it doesn’t pay to be a better person because he’s dead and I’m not” I stared deep into her eyes, the moon glistening on her skin making her look extraordinary. She tried pushing me off but didn’t succeed. “Luke would always be a better person, even in death…you, you’re a monster dead or alive” “I love that, I always want to be a monster if that’s what it means to be alive” I got closer, I could feel her breath fanning hard on my face.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

I had to make the rest of them see we were dealing with killers. The woman seemed to be thinking it over. “Probably. But so what? A little death ain’t so bad. Not like it’s permanent.” I was sure I must have misheard her. “Sorry, what?” “She’d be dead for a bit, give the boy a chance to say he broke it off with her.” I felt like I’d had my legs kicked out from under me. “And then she’d come back to life?” “Of course,” said the woman, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Nobody stays dead in Nekromel.”

Praying to whoever could hear me that she was okay. Standing over the black wolf with the gun still poised in her hand, emptying bullet after bullet, it was excessive. But who was I to say anything? I could still taste Joggernut’s blood in my mouth. Riley, I think he might be dead, don’t you? Have you never seen Supernatural? These fuckers are never really dead until you salt their bones and burn them. Okay then, no more Supernatural for you, you do know that’s a T.V series, it’s fiction.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

“Worse than death? What’s worse than death?” “If you don’t know, it shows how sheltered you were. There are many things that are worse than death in life. Having your soul sucked right out of you is worse. Living your whole life like you’re dead is worse than death. We’ll be better off in a place where there are comforts and guards. That’s what I’m fighting for. I know there are risks. I also understand your concern but we aren’t better off here. What happens when the food runs out? And the water?”

We witnessed entirely mutilated dead bodies of individuals. "I've already given up. I had already given up hoping and trying. I welcomed death not because I wanted it, but because it was my only choice. Everything shall fade away after death. Death will save me. Death will make everything better. Death will make me forget the hell I'd been through. I crave death. I desperately wanted it. Nobody will notice my death, no one will care. I'll drag this cruel world with me into hell, and I'll make sure of it," Raven stated emotionless, with blood streaming from her eyes.

Different sizes. Oh shit. Death by shovel. Shit. No. Just no. This paranoid asshole wasn't kidding around. And at the moment, death by asphyxiation sounded better in my head. ◇