Dead Simple Novels & Stories

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

"Ohhhh Jesus I'm dead!! She whispered. *******

“She's dead, there's no pulse.” “We're back to nothing.”

"Not just this thing. The smell. Under the rot." I've been choking on the rot. I push past it. And there it is. The same wrongness that was carved into the birch. I study the thing we killed. I’ve seen enough dead to know the stages of decomposition. This didn't die Tuesday with a cute phone in its pocket. "It's old," I say. "Been dead a long time." Dax goes still. "The ones going missing," he says slowly. "They're disappearing alive." "Yeah." "So this isn't one of them."

I crossed my arm. “Dash is dead.” *silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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.

So pretty with pure silver blades, black leather handles and all sizes from a small paring knife to a machete. “I ain’t saying shit! Might as well kill me now!” He barked “Oh, you will be dying today. The question is how long it will take. You see, Alpha Kyle has a certain way about doing things and I am anxious to see how long it will take you to die. It is pretty painful so it could be quick or it could be very very slow. Like days slow.” “Doesn’t matter. I ain’t fucking saying shit!”

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.

Her voice was weak. But Cody's expression didn't look great. "Mrs. Miller, they're … dead."