Dead Woman Crossing Novels & Stories

What did those children ever do wrong? The woman clucked her tongue in disgust, shaking her head. "Now that she's back, I bet she came for revenge. Just now, they say she stabbed that homeless man to death and then killed herself too." The crowd slowly dispersed as police raised the tape. We went straight home after that. It felt unsafe lately, and I didn't want to take any chances. … Within a week, the deceased were identified. The police contacted the Cross family to claim the man's body. As for Ella? Since no one came forward, she was probably still lying in the morgue.

Janice was holding her breath, her nerves showing. Normally, Janice was outgoing, cheerful, and playful, but there was one person who could make her flustered in an instant. Janice took a deep breath and fixed the most dazzling smile she could manage before turning toward the door. But her smile froze the moment she saw who was standing there. Wade was at the entrance, and beside him was a slim, tall woman. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but her figure was graceful, her manners refined. She carried herself with quiet confidence and didn't seem the least bit uneasy in a room full of strangers.

He is a dirty cop, too; he needs to be stopped. "Oh, okay, so where is Sarah Washington then? Wade asked." Here." She came forward, and I saw my wife walk closer to Wade! She stuck out her hand, "It's nice to meet you. Also, thank you for bringing him out. I knew once he found out I was dead, he would stop." No! he would still look for me even after my death. “I am Sarah Washington! she said to Wade. “So, you’re the woman supposed to be dead?" Wade said." "

Was he trying to play victim? But… that wasn't his style… I walked closer, and nudged him with my foot. “Hey,” I called, but there was no movement. I squatted and pushed him, but still no movement. A strange feeling crept into my chest. “Hey!” I called again, louder this time. Was he… dead? I gasped, covering my mouth with both hands. I grabbed his wrist with trembling fingers and exhaled in relief when I felt his pulse. Weak… but alive. His skin was burning up though.

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

*"She clawed her way out. She remembers the name you buried." Eden lifts the key, its frost melting into his scarred palm. "Where?" The wolf dissolves, its final whisper scraping my skull. *"The Crossroads. Where all debts collect."* --- The Crossroads festers beneath the wastes like a poisoned root. We descend into a derelict subway station, its tiles slick with black mold, fluorescent lights flickering over walls papered with missing-person posters-each one Eden's face, dates spanning centuries. The heart seethes. *"Her obsession is *pathetic*."*

Stretching she felt her bones make cracking noise. Moving to the sitting room, the news on the television caught our attention. A female newscaster was giving the latest update; "A famous photographer was found dead in a closed alley at the early hours of sunset by a pedestrian. He stumbled down the steep flight steps leading into the alley. The CCTV footage showed that he came tumbling into the night without end. He died as a result of his broken neck. Here is footage to let you all know that you need to be careful in the dark".

The car kept on trailing me and I increased my pace so much that I could not feel the car loving but I felt like it was flicking . I didn’t bother to watch where I was going because of how scared I was but when I looked at what was in front of me , I drove into the wall and darkness took over , I died instantly at that moment . ***** Walking over the fragile body of the woman , I didn’t know if I was happy or I felt disgusted that I had to do this . “ ma what do you think that we should do ?” I looked at the dead women and I smiled. There was literally no need of me trying to kill her again , there was no more need .

The sun was setting behind the city wall, painting the houses and streets in bloody tones that mingled with long shadows. The people looked like the living dead, behind each of them trailed black melting smoke. They were sick and dying, and nothing could help them. Deya walked among them, barefoot, dressed only in a linen shirt. Her loose blond hair was tousled and confused by the unfriendly wind. It was cold, she hugged her shoulders chillily and tried to call out to one of the people, but they did not hear her. She couldn't make out their faces.