Dead Sans Novels & Stories

When Hilda arrived at work the next day, however, she saw everyone huddled together to watch the news. "Oh my god! That's so cruel!" "I can't watch anymore!" "How can something so gruesome happen in Taadi City?" Taking out her phone, Hilda saw that a headline was being circulated in the news media. A 21 year old foreign man with the last name Das was found dead at a guest house. His body was dismembered into twenty to thirty pieces that it was impossible to piece him back together. According to investigations, Das was the cousin of the popular young lady, Shamayeta Das!

So in the jar she went, and the jar was placed high, and when her mother died she cremated her as well and set them side-by-side. “Hello, family,” she greeted them once, and then she was unable to get out of bed for three days straight. “I’m so sorry, baby,” she said again, once she was standing in front of the jars again. “You died because I wanted the selfish luxury of a bath.” She was in bed for six days after that, unable to move or speak or sit, and when the young second officer couldn’t get a hold of her, he managed to break down her door.

I am dead…. ****

Alpha Asher walks away, leaving me, my sisters, Vincenzo, and Darius in the room. “Let’s all sit. There’s a lot to discuss,” Darius says uncomfortably. He runs his hands through his hair and Daya takes his other hand as we all make our way to the couches. “So…Bram is dead,” Daya breaks the weird silence in the room. “He really died? Are you sure?” I ask in disbelief. Vincenzo pulls me closer to his side. The soothing sparks from the physical contact help relax me.

Death expected within 30 seconds! [If the Female Protagonist dies, this world will enter an irreversible self-destruction sequence. Within twenty-four hours, the entire dimension will collapse into a black hole. All living beings will cease to exist forever!] The System’s warning exploded in my ears like nonstop sirens, but I felt nothing. I lay motionless on the ground, staring blankly upward like a corpse whose soul had been ripped away. Scenes from the past replayed before my eyes one after another.

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

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 Grim Reaper is right beside us, but it’s really hard to guard against it. I’m scared just by watching it. It’s different from before. I was mentally prepared before, but this time, it’s really like watching a horror movie. I’m suddenly scared!” But now, the three of them were the ones who were almost at the brink of a mental breakdown. “F*ck you, Death Judge! Get out Here!” Grimm shouted. Sidney looked very absent-minded. He said with a dull look, “Zellman is dead. Sven is dead. Who will be next? None of us can escape. We will all die. He will kill us one by one.” Dafasi’s eyes also became unfocused. His right hand trembled as he wiped the cold sweat on his face. He said, “I don’t want

Maybe even…dead. ***

The man’s voice kept talking… something about calling an ambulance, but his words sounded far away, muffled, like they were underwater. I could smell asphalt. I could taste blood. And through it all, one thought pushed its way through the chaos — not Daniel, not anger, not pain. Just this dull, almost detached realization: So this is how I die. God, what a pitiful way to go.