Dead Inside Meme Novels & Stories

How did dead men send them notes? “Oh, by the way,” Mason continued, ignorant of the mood. “The internet is having the time of its life. You guys are now a meme.” Hayden snorted despite himself. “Oh my God,” Beck muttered. “Mason, it seems like your job doesn’t keep you busy enough nowadays.” Jared pinched the bridge of his nose. “Thank you, Mason,” he said. “We’ll catch up later.” “You’re welcome. Call me if your dead boyfriend resurfaces.”

He’s dead. Simple.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

Jade removed her hand from her face. "Shh, they may hear us,” whispered Svetlana. "Wait, I should be the one to say that. I'm the one who dragged you here." Jade whispered jokingly. "W-why? How? What? Wait. I need to grasp this unbelievable moment." She let out a deep breath. "You're dead. I am so sure, you were. They buried you. You're already six feet under and your bones should have been there right now. But why? Why am I seeing you sooo ~ alive?" She continued without taking a breath in the midst of her bewilderment.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

It's closure. As the wind blew, the petals of the white roses swayed gently. I remembered the alley in the slums eight years ago, where he wore a clean suit and handed me a piece of bread. I remembered him smiling after taking the lashes and saying, "From now on, I'll protect you." Those images flashed like a movie reel, finally ending on him lying on the ground and using the last of his strength to call my name. "Addio, Vincenzo." I turned away, never looking back. "In your next life, don't love someone this way. And don't make anyone wait."

One tragedy after another had occurred this week, and my nerves were frayed to their limit. "It'll be okay. Everything will definitely be okay. You already called the police, right? They're on their way. They'll be fine." The words had barely left his lips when my phone rang. I answered it, and Delia's crazed, unhinged voice came through the line. "They're all dead," she exclaimed before bursting into deranged laughter. "They're all dead! Dead!" Then the call was abruptly cut off. When I tried calling again, the phone had been switched off once more.