Dead Inside Meme Novels & Stories

We're speechless and like our memories jumps in, we screech and push each other away, disgusted. I notice something strange, his body temperature is as cold as ice. Pinching my nose, I keep focus on miles. "Because I'm dead shorty, I died two minutes ago and miraculously only you can see me"

I groan, closing my eyes as I try to savour it as much as possible. I'm dead. I'm so dead.

He talks to every person that dies in the hospital he is in charge of, as if they are still alive. "For now, Sir, I will put you inside the freezer, I got to pee. I will leave you here for the meantime, to see if you will be that one in a million who will come back from the dead. But please, do not come back anymore. If that happens, maybe you will be a zombie. Toodles, see you tomorrow, or another day." The morgue guy wrapped Tanashiri's cold body in a blanket. "Asshole, you idiot, I am alive!"

Before our eyes, his body dissolved piece by piece, until nothing was left but a stinking black puddle. 【System Alert: Player Mike has died.】 The Boss stared blankly at the black puddle on the floor, as if he’d just squashed an ant. My chat exploded. 【Wait, that wasn't fake!】 【The special effects are too real!】 【STREAMER, GET OUT OF THERE!】 At the same time, I noticed a different kind of comment, strangely excited ones: 【There's the first idiot!】 【I love watching the morons who provoke the Boss die horribly. LOL.】

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

The veins in his temple are popping because of the madness he feels. "Von, just accept the reality!" "You know nothing about losing your family!!" "I know! But what I am stating is that dead people are DEAD! THEY WON'T COME BACK ANYMORE!!! SO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT THEY ARE DEAD!!! AND FOCUS ON THE PRESENT!! TO THE PEOPLE WHO CARE FOR YOU!! BECAUSE IN THAT STATE, YOUR DEAD FAMILY WILL BE HAPPY FOR YOU TOO!!

“Hm. So what are you doing here?” What was he supposed to say? “Are you dream walking?” She sounded intrigued. The nearly dead had a way of knowing things the living couldn’t even begin to understand. “In a manner of speaking. It’s more like … dream observing.” “Well,” she said, turning away to look at the group of mourners standing around her grave, “not much to observe here, is there?” He smiled. “You’re here.” “I’m boring.” “No, you’re not.” “I’m dying. Dying people are boring – we don’t have much to say.”

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

"Impossible! This is just a coincidence! My husband's already dead. I'm sure of it. He died this afternoon!" Her panic was practically bleeding through the screen, and the members of the group chat immediately realized something was wrong. How would she know that? "He's already dead? Your husband died this afternoon, and you're already back here, acting like a tease?" "Hold on. What do you mean by that? How do you know he died this afternoon? Did you see it happen?" "No way… Did you actually do something? Did we just watch a murder happen in real time?" The group chat blew up, only to fall into a strange, sudden silence in the next second. Some people started leaving the group chat, while ot