Coolest Ways To Die Novels & Stories

It’s satisfying to watch him struggle for air until he’s choking on his own blood. The best way to kill someone slowly is to puncture a vital lung or artery and watch the life slowly fade from their eyes. I can’t pretend that I didn’t get any satisfaction watching his life-sustaining blood drain from his body. I also can’t say that I didn’t enjoy watching him struggle for breath. Men like him deserve a terrible end, and I’m here to guarantee that they get what they deserve.

"many kinds... the few I know are... 1) keeping a person inside a barrel and throwing a few rats inside along with him …while rotating the barrel in the fire. the rats get so hot that they dig into the person's skin and hide inside him. as the heat increases, it bites more and more to find a cooler place in his blood... "how cruel". "it's not for everyone it's for the cruelest persons who are ruthless" "What more tortures are there ?"... "Honestly, you don't want to hear them"

That's exactly where I want him. “Who is there?” He asked. “Death!” I laughed then I stood up and sashayed out of the dark area. “Are you scared?” “Who are you?” He asked with a fierce look on his face. “Didn't I just tell you? I am death.” He pointed his gun at me and pulled the trigger but there was no fire. I had already removed the bullets in it when I entered his room. The best way to kill him is to make his death painful.

If he forced himself on me he would surely tear me into two! I had to make a move soon or else there would be serious trouble. I started rushing through the best murdering techniques in my head. Firstly, I couldn’t attack him while he was awake. He would be too strong, I needed to wait until he fell deeply asleep and moved his arm from my waist. While waiting for him to release my waist, I continued plotting how to take my revenge.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

She still had doubts that the suicides were unnatural. "I don't really know how, but I've concluded that perhaps it's just normal—many unhappy people in this world. Many seek a way out, and some choose to do it in a serene environment such as the beach. The summer breeze, the waves crashing onto the shore, birds chirping, it could give you this vibe, you know, like you're dying and yet absorbing a mental picture of what paradise would look like." There was still silence for a while. Then the shuffling of Kane's feet rising disrupted the silence. He didn't want to be anywhere near Father Geoffrey, and so he bolted

" I'm not a terrible person so I'll let you choose your mode of death" She looked at him with disgust, if murdering his fellow human didn't make him a terrible person, then what would? " So tell me, will you like to die by hanging, poisoning, stabbing, drowning, falling off a balcony, gun shot,....." He listed a lot of dying modes to her but all she did was sob.

Phillip replied. “Well if you’re going to keep with that attitude your life will be ended very soon for sure” Eletrish replied “What do you mean? You just said they were arguing.” Phillip replied “Oh yeah I should of given the contents of the argument, They are arguing which death penalty method to use on you see the chair and lethal injection are both on the table but an exceptionally cruel and barbaric idea has been put on the table of putting you in a room full of angry bees and letting the sting you to death which is currently gaining favor amoung them. Now I’m offering you a deal not only to save your life but also save the health of those who rallied behind you.” Sir Eletrish replied

"Yeah but my dead girlfriend is buried here too. And so is my mom. Foster Mom. This is literally the worst–" "Robert Barrison. I've had just enough with you" the voice thundered up in Robert's head, making him groan in discomfort, holding his ears to try and numb the pain. "Did you know that there are about seventeen different ways to kill a person in a graveyard? Now if you don't shut up, and let me do everything from now on, I swear on the supreme ones, I'm going to take you through every single one of them." After hearing nothing but the night calls of owls, and a submissive man in his early twenties, it continued.

he said with mock thoughtfulness, “there are so many ways to kill you. Poison. Drowning. A nice clean bullet to the head. But none of them feel… intimate enough.” He stopped in front of her. His eyes gleamed behind the mask. “Do you have any preference on how you’d like to die?” She said nothing. She couldn’t give him anything—especially not fear. Fear fed men like him. "Any preference?" Then perhaps I’ll cut your throat. It is satisfying to watch the light die in the eyes of a person. The moment is as if a candle is shaking one last time before the light expires. He drew a knife. Silver in color.