Dead Time Stories Novels & Stories

I want to tell Max I am sorry I ran. But the words do not come. The world fades to white. Then black. "Time of death 2:55 pm"

I'll get you up and going out of bed 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 I'm happy that you're here with me I'm sorry if I tear up When me and you were younger You would always make me cheer up Taking goofy videos And walking through the park You would jump into my arms Every time you heard a bark Cuddle in your sheets Sing me sound asleep I'd sneak out of your kitchen At exactly 1:03 Sundays went to church And Mondays watched a movie Soon you'll be alone Sorry that you have to lose me 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

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

I would jump, when the next train comes –this thought had overwhelmed every other thought, feeling and belief I had culled up in my sixteen years of existence. The light drizzle made it a perfect setting for death. How would Ma and Nisim feel? It was just about three and a half years since they had lost their dearest person to a bullet. They would be devastated, just like they were when they had seen Deuta’s dead body. They were so capable of feeling grief. But then, they would move on as well. Just as they had, since Deuta’s murder. They never got stuck in time, like I did. Well, I still do. Among millions of reasons which have prompted me to tell you my story sitting here, at the crematori

Dad fiddled with the bone sculpture in his hand, and for once, he made a call to me. The call didn't go through. He cursed me for being ungrateful, then sent a text. Among the string of insults, the last line stood out. "Your mom's birthday is in two days. If you're going to play dead, don't bother coming back for the rest of your life." Then I wouldn't go back. She was never my mother. Mary looked worried. "Mr. Wade, could something have happened to Ms. Wade? It's been over 48 hours already. Maybe we should call the police."

To think that he had exchanged words with this thing and was even shouting at it at a point. The eyes focused on everything all at once, and Jason felt like he was being drawn into it. His heart was beating fast, threatening to tear through his chest while he pulled the twins together. Fear hung in the air. The kids’ breaths ceased. Time moved slowly. Jason could hear the ticking second hand on the clock hanging in the room, a clock that seemed to be kept there out of sentiment. “I don’t want to die,” Jack whimpered. Jason held him tighter. He was afraid of dying too. The only person who looked like he was not afraid was Tim. The little boy looked on at the creature outside like he was a toy

Unknown to the Second in Command, Tim just used the story to wet the ground before making his request. "I stumbled on a very deadly story on the net," he began his story. Kay looked at him, and he continued, "It is the story of a man who killed his wife and two daughters and finally killed himself." "When did it happen?" "Eight years ago." "That was a long time ago. What could lead to such anger?" Tim narrated the story to him and requested, "I want to investigate the incident. The hospital must have switched the children to a money bag." "It is possible and they may still be doing it."

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.

She cornered me by the staircase and pushed me down the stairs. Since I did not have my phone with me, when my husband came home and took me to the hospital, about seven hours had passed. I had lost too much blood. I did not survive. Thankfully, the universe was fair. I was brought back to life, returning to the time before everything had happened. This time, I would never put myself in danger again. As I was thinking, Melody approached me and asked to swap shifts. I said, "Melody, can I discuss something with you?"

Soon, he passed out and was dragged out by the firefighters. The wedding hall quickly burned to the ground, and only one charred body was found. At the same time, I escaped through the secret tunnel that was arranged ahead of time. Then, I boarded a flight to Hasson. Only a dead true love hurts more than a lost first love. The guilt from those memories would be enough to keep a man loyal for eternity. This was what Nathan owed the woman I used to be, and I wanted him to live with that guilt forever! … When Nathan woke up in the hospital, my fake ashes were already being prepared for burial.