Dead Poets Society Novels & Stories

“ Don’t ever touch my wife the way you did earlier, if you want to remain in Switzerland “ Ricardo whispered to the DOP as he carried Gwen and left the station. He placed her in the car and zoomed off. Of course, the news of Kathy killing herself is everywhere on social media but no one was moved to sympathy. Even at her death people were still wishing her more painful things. “ Indeed, there is no peace for the wicked “ “ May your soul find no peace. This is the beginning of your suffering “ “ Your sprite will be haunted by the higher spirit and even in your grave, you will have no rest “ “ Nice moves, dear Kathy “ More hate comments kept on flowing on the internet. And David was going thro

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.

So one night, he complained to his fellow roommates saying, "You guys won't let me live in peace and you won't let me die in peace either. Why?" They laughed and after few seconds of silence, one of them replied, "You can't leave us here by commiting suicide. We'll all spend our damnation together. You think you're the only one who wants to commit suicide. Bullshit!!!! You better get used to this and don't chicken out. Be a man. Own up to your mistakes. Besides, you're a criminal, that's why you're here. Do you know there are many innocent people here serving your punishment and they didn't commit suicide so don't even think of a fast escape route?"

"Maybe I should keep you Pet." he murmurs. “Dig around inside and figure out what you really are. Feed you. Fix you. Fuck you. Teach you some respect." Ten minutes ago, I was cutting through the slum alley behind an old boiler. Now I am listening to super hot guy talking about fucking me! The Ash Ring, a dumping ground for the poor, sick, and unclaimed, never gives you a warning, just a gut feeling that if you’re smart, you listen.

I wasn’t sure why, but as the vehicle came to a stop and the door opened, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this would be one of those moments that would change everything. --- We disembarked quickly, our boots hitting the ground with the soft thud of urgency. The air was thick, heavy with dust and the pungent odor of decay. We kept our heads down, moving swiftly through the narrow alleyways and darkened streets. The city had been abandoned for months now, left to rot as the infection spread.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

He gestured to the four masked men who aimed their pistol at Massimo. "Mass....Vincent is in!" Hyacinth muttered. "Don't worry, he can't do a thing" he assured. "Then why is he here?" She asked. "The deal ends today because Godmother is dead!" Alejandro winked and Massimo gasped. "What! How?" He asked curiously. "I freaking killed, she's taking a whole lot of time.." he paused and faced somewhere else. "Who still stays alive at 85!!!" He grinned evily as he faced Massimo.