Death Is But The Next Great Adventure Novels & Stories

“So it’s your brother’s show tonight?” “Yep. We’re very proud.” “I’ve got tickets. I’m taking my mum.” “Oh, that’s nice.” “Yeah. I’m not a mama’s boy or anything. She just gets lonely since my dad died.” “That’s sweet. I’ve got to go. Maybe I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight!” Reed called as I headed for the pharmacy. “You idiot.” I heard the other cop say. “Just ask her out.” “The cop has been flirting with you for a year.” Carol the Pharmacist said.

They say once we are given something, no matter what, it is gonna be taken back again and again, nothing is granted to last , not life nor death . Because in life and death we shall always part , it is a journey full of mysteries , isnot it? In life, we live so full just to simply die , that makes me question are we even alive in the first place , or the fateful truth we are just dead dreaming to be alive . we don't own life and we donot own death , we basically have nothing but the last moments we spent before the clock ticks .

Every nerve of his body was excited, and he felt that he had already mastered the skill of avoiding accidental deaths. ‘Death Judge, you can’t kill me. I have already seen through the death that you designed. Just like when I’m driving now, one deep breath of mine, one turn of my head, and even these words of mine will cause the butterfly effect of a series of events, ultimately causing me to die a few years later. Thirty years, ten years, tomorrow, or today, or the next second. I don’t know about these, but I can capture some traces, see the omens, and understand your design, avoiding death in time!’ he thought.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

And she almost saved me from the luck that, in the end, fell on me and that despite everything, she has now brought me to this confession, when I finally look at the face of death. I assure you, true death is not only the end of life, it is the end of everything; I can talk about it now that I look at the voracious void. Nothing awaits us beyond the threshold of life, other than an eternity of infinite oblivion. It is strange, it is as if this world were a mere story where its author arcs names from a notebook to kill characters that are no longer necessary. ♦ ♦ ♦

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

"Where do I sign up to play a role in this drama?" "Wow, the world is one giant novel." I couldn't let them steer the narrative off course. It was time to deploy the army of paid comments. "Quick, check if that hospital is owned by a Diller. Usually, these shady dealings are run by a CEO who owns a corrupt hospital."

I once read that death is inevitable and people must try to die well. It was said that the greatest certainty in life is death and the greatest uncertainty is time, and it was true. I believe that death is inevitable but I didn't expect that I would die at this age, at this moment, at this time. I thought I could die well and happy, but time is indeed unpredictable. It always ruined your plans, the future that you picture out inside your head. One moment, you feel like everything is under your control, that you could do everything that you wanted. But then time snatch you that confidence just like a thief who robs you in the night. And you just realize that you are not in control of everythi

“In essence, there has to be the death of your older self. As your final trial by fire, the new you who will be reborn will know that there is permanence, there is whim, there is comfort in the tides that unite the worlds.” “But… won’t it hurt?” “Death is just a deep rest, my love. A journey from this world to another. And for you, it will be nothing more than a step towards a new life.” "Who..." “The wise witch will show you the way.”