Death Doesn't Discriminate Novels & Stories

«Death is our friend and foe. But we don't want to know that. All that we think is, it is a homewrecker. A Place where death visits. The place darkened and the aura changed to gloomy. Death and humans are strangers, but when it is time to taste death, it becomes our friends. Death becomes our friend irrespective of our; image, age, race, complexion, religion, height, attitude, popularity... When it's our time. Death doesn't care whether humans are prepared or not. It takes the child away from the elder. The wife leaves the husband. The mother leaves the baby.

[Remi's POV] Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

She lived from the heart, lived with every fiberShe hadn’t always done it, though. After her favorite people had done it, Helen too had given up life, as if it were a low-paid job. Death is a funny thing. When someone dies, the sun rises the next morning, as if nothing has happened, and punctually it sets again at night. Even though someone is dead, the train platforms are just as busy as before. Someone has died, and the people simply go on with their daily lives. They meet up with loved ones in the evening, and continue to complain about the coffee that burns their lips, the boss who won't give them a break, the partner who almost suffocates them with love.

Death Life without struggles is not living but simply existing. It's the hardship and struggles that you face which make you stronger and a better person. It's the hate that you receive that helps you become stronger. It's the love that you feel that keeps you on your toes. You dont have to impress anyone rather people have to be impressed by you for who you really are. Those who truly love you will stay and stick around even when they see your ugly side. They will accept you wholeheartedly without hesitation and will defend you without asking for anything in return. Be the hero that you are. Make someone's life easier whenever you can. Do not be afraid to love and show those your love the a

“Will I need to sign a prenup?” “No, our ‘death contract’ as you call it will cover everything and since neither of us will be breaking it until death do us part there is no need to sign a prenub. Should I die you would be my beneficiary as in a normal marriage. Also whatever debts you have, such as school loans, become mine once you sign the papers.” “That isn’t making it any better to give up my romantic life. Men have needs but so do women. What happens when I want to, you know.”

Does dehydration kill? I came across a small baby child dying in there, too. He, too, was in the ICU ward. I drove near him. I thought, if death had to do only with age, why was this baby dying too? And yes! That was a eureka moment! I thought I had invented something very new in my knowledge of death. See, I told myself - to date, all scientists ridiculed me, saying that the body becomes dull, old, and inoperable with age. After a period, death has to be specific. What they meant was we all die because we cross a certain age. Wow! How wrong were they! This baby was dying without the requirement for age. So, can it be that even old people whom we call old also die not meeting the requirement

In timing. These souls were not scheduled. They were not substitutions. No balance was redirected to account for their removal. They were taken because Death chose to take them. That distinction matters. “You intervened,” I say. This is not accusation. It is record. Death does not deny it. He stands exactly as he always does when he carries excess, posture steady, attention precise. The markings along his form burn faintly, not fading, not dispersing. Pain contained where it always is. Within him.

"It's bullshit. Normal people don't want such stimulation, and they want stimulation. Going to the police station and the hospital can have the same effect." Elisa White said: "Our death education is too conservative. It was a necessary process to be born, old and sick, but everyone did not talk about it. When faced with death, it becomes a huge problem that cannot be faced. You should feel this more. In addition to the darkness of human nature, you are exposed to a large number of deaths. I, a surgeon, have less than one tenth of your death from contact. " "It makes me seem to have taken advantage of it." Britany Santos cleaned up the occasional emotional little emotion. "I tested Phoebe Cl

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.