Coolest Ways To Die Novels & Stories

They were all going to die anyway. The deaths were the hardest to watch. They came in many forms—some quick, some agonizingly slow. The black hail killed instantly, its toxic particles burning through skin and flesh like acid. Clara watched as a woman collapsed in the street, her body convulsing, her screams echoing through the empty buildings. She died within seconds, her flesh blackening and sloughing away like rotting fruit. Others died of exposure, their bodies slowly shutting down as the cold sapped their strength. They grew drowsy, confused, and eventually slipped into a sleep from which they never woke.

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

I groan hopelessly, falling back to the ground. "The easiest way to die is to kill yourself. That way, you will be relief from all this. No one can kill you except yourself." Nana scoffed. "You are wrong." Jaden's voice came in at that moment, drawing everyone's attention to him.

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

It was as if it was sealed in red amber, like a strange, mysterious, and crazy work of art created by a crazy artist. One centimeter apart… Bang! The last ray of light disappeared, and the entire scene in the live broadcast room darkened. “F*ck! This is too scary!” “They died so miserably! Their deaths are probably the most miserable!” “They were indeed miserable! They were directly turned into minced meat paste!” “I don’t know if it was the most painful, but this will be a challenge for the police! An autopsy cannot be conducted on those bodies!” “Those people deserved to die like that!”

It's time she plans her death and follow Kirby. She wrote down all the possible ways to have that perfect suicide plan. Cutting in a bathtub is not an option. Hanging herself isn't great either. Taking pills, she doesn't have a way to get those pills. Jumping off high grounds is not the perfect way. Brieanna leaned back and looked up at her empty ceiling. She wants no one to find her body just like how no one noticed her pain. "I have to be deep under..." she mumbled and then a bright light crossed her mind. "That's it!"

Dad turned around and sighed lightly. "Mr. Poole, this is my son. He's playing dead to get out of donating blood. The blood on the floor is from him deliberately smashing the blood bag in a fit of temper. Pay him no mind—the more he acts out, the more I need to teach him a lesson and fix that rotten attitude of his."

If I lost that final memento, I would surely go mad. William extended his hand toward me. “Welcome, my new packmate.” I heard that after I left, Anthony was deposed. He spent his nights dreaming of his son, but he could no longer feel his presence. He claimed that I was heartless for not even telling him where our son’s grave was. He visited the oldest witch in the pack and finally learned that I had hidden Andrew’s resting place in the Icefields. One day, I saw Anthony dead before Andrew’s grave. He knelt within a strange circle, using the silver knife I had given him to stab his own heart.

They spent their entire lives as teacher, only to be publicly shamed for failing to raise me properly. They both died of heart attacks at home, and their bodies were only found when the smell became unbearable. But even as I was bullied to death in prison, I could not understand why Lily suddenly killed herself. Why was Jayden's body covered in bruises? In this second life, I was determined to find out what really happened.

*** ~~Amara~~ *** How can you kill someone in the most torturous and painful way possible? Gut him with a knife? No, too easy. Throw him in a pot of boiling oil?Hmm, fair enough. Break his kneecaps, toss him to some wild beasts and watch in relish as they shread and scrap his bones to pieces? Well, Maybe. "There are one thousand ways to die, Lan," I groaned, anger brewing inside me as I stared at him with churning rage, "But you choose one."