Novel & Cerita Dead Simple

★★★★★ MORTUARY* Antonio walked into the mortuary slowly, his eyes gazing around the numerous grave lowered around the big land. Some people could be seen in front of some graves, crying while some were with flowers placing it on the top of it. Antonio bit his lips as he remembered how he lost his wife, Tatiana's mother and he blinked tears. His eyes roamed around but no sign of Tatiana. She's always frequent in this place but today's different.

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

but it’s too late the weird thing about this is that you can see your body inside the coffin, then it is even weirder when you attend your own funeral I can see my friends crying, my former classmates, and finally, my ex over there crying because of my loss “John Carl why did you die suddenly? I will help you rank up on Mobile Legends, right!?”-David (crying) I’m stronger than you! “Poor you. I know stupid people like you die easily but it’s too early.” - Phil “Sorry !!! sorry John Carl !! I know you were hurt when I turned you down but I hope you let me apologize first!!- Dessa (crying)

We were silent for a few minutes, just watching the calm water in the pond. Sarah was wearing the same clothes as she did when she died, except they were not torn or dirty anymore. “I don’t understand.” I said. “Am I dead?” “Yes and no.” Sarah replied calmly. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sara threw another stone into the pond. “Alpha Richard shot you.” She said. “So yes, your body is in the hospital morgue as we speak. But there’s still a chance for you to go back. Right now, you are in kind of a limbo. Not dead, but not alive either.”

“Thursday.” She hung up. Set the phone down. Looked at the ceiling. “Gerald Osei is dead,” she said. Damon was still beside her. She waited. He breathed. Reached over and took her hand. They lay in the dark and looked at the ceiling and she waited for him to feel whatever he was going to feel. Not grief exactly. Not relief either. Something that didn’t have a word because it was about a man who had been something and nothing and terrible and tired and had died looking at a mountain.

Even though she would be out of breath after running for a short while, she was still very happy. Zack seemed to have endless energy. He dragged her with him to build snowmen next. Olivia built a huge snowman while Zack built two small ones next to hers. He pointed at one of them, saying, "Alicia, me, Mommy." Olivia caressed his face gently. "Alicia will be reunited with us soon." "Where's Daddy?" Zack blinked. "Oh, he's dead." Ethan sneezed without any warning. Kelvin hastily went forward, saying, "Mr. Miller, please rest for a moment. Mrs. Miller is surrounded by our men, so she's safe right now.

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It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

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.