Dead Simple Novels & Stories

« Since when dead people move. » They aren’t dead; I know that because a corpse can’t move. I don’t know why they smell bad, but I know they aren’t dead. If we can fix their rotten bodies, perhaps we’ll make their lives better. We call them madmen, meatbag since they don’t have intellect, infected, some even call them the walking dead, but a dead body can’t move, if it were so, it would be impossible to kill them, yet when we slaughter them, they die. They are alive, but I don’t know how that’s why I call them the madmen. Damien thought like men the past; there was one time, he took the body of a dead soldier and let it get infected, he observed it for a month, the body stayed dead, a corpse

Darkness swallowed me whole, and the last thought that cut through the void was cold and final: We’re dead.

Dead. Everyone. After a few minutes, the world went black.

She’s still out there AND I am now dead, gone. I spent so much of my life wanting to believe that even if she never knew it was me, never believed I would be there, she was safe. But Sienna Bray is dead now too, she’s nothing but dust trapped in a black hole with nothing besides a few fragmented thoughts of a son, she loves, a husband she can’t picture, and a sister who remembered her as a dead little girl. I still think my life could’ve ended worse.

Death offers nothing to admire, be it the pale skin of the corpse, the stiff joints, the cloudy eyes, the dilated pupils, the decomposed skin, or the white maggots wriggling around. However, taking someone's life, the process of turning something alive into something dead, stealing that divine power, is what drives people insane. When the final shovel of dirt is thrown, it's as if she has buried the hesitant, wavering human beneath the deep pit. The respectful driver with his hands behind his back stood solemnly waiting for him to enter. Alexandra Dhara, with his hand, expressed her desire to enter first, in a very natural and gentle manner.

Deep. Oh no...

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A broken, wicked thing. "She dies last."

Deadly. “Then we try again.”

the man stutters and instantly drops on the floor before he can complete his words. Dead.