Dead Inside Meme Novels & Stories

It was the kind of sound that makes your body move before your brain catches up. He was on the ground by the dumpster. Black suit. White shirt. Both ruined. The shirt was open, soaked through. Too dark to be water. Too much to be anything but blood. He was still alive. His chest moved. Barely. Then I saw the tattoo. _Memento mori_ across his ribs in black script. Remember you die. Under it, fresh blood. The wound was right under the letters. Like someone had punctuation to make.

Lena stared at the words. Her heart pounded wildly. “…Aftergame?” someone whispered. “What kind of sick joke is this?” another voice snapped. The screen flickered. More words appeared. STATUS: DECEASED A gasp spread across the crowd. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. “No…” she whispered. “No… that’s not—” ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE DIED Her legs weakened slightly. Her breathing grew shallow. “I… died…” she whispered. Her voice barely sounded like hers. NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE

His disgusted words, his strict expression, his serious training to me, when these memories appeared in front of my eyes, but I became closer than any previous moment I wanted to be. The fragments of memories flashed through my mind like a movie, and I suddenly remembered the legend I had heard. It is said that the moment before a person dies, many memories of his life will appear in his mind, and those important memories will become incredibly clear. Am I really going to die? I stared closely into his sunken golden eyes, his anxious voice brought a smile to my face, and I used all the strength I had left to see him a little more clearly, to carve him into my heart and my mind.

“Take care of Anne? What for? Is she dead or something?” This was the first time Ava came across the word “dead” at all. She asked in a shaky voice, “Dead… what does that mean?” “It’s when you cannot talk or move, and your body has become stiff! It’s when someone is gone forever and will never come back!” Zelda explained irritably, upset by the disturbance. This was followed by the faint sound of a door opening which prompted her to frantically hang up. Ava sat still like a totem. She stared at my face which had become grotesque and stiff. My skin had lost its original fairness and smoothness. It was now mottled with large, hideous patches of purple and green.

I think about the first life and the ballroom floor and dying with my hands pressed against a cold marble surface asking for one more day. I got more than one day. I got this. "Yes," I say. Riven looks at me. The dawn arrives.

I crossed my arm. “Dash is dead.” *silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I am dead…. ****

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu