Death Is But The Next Great Adventure Novels & Stories

Death has no regard for anyone, regardless of size, class, religion, or anything else. Death doesn't inform before it shows up at the door of an individual. Death doesn't make friends with anyone. Everybody is going to be dead one day, just give them time. Death is the penalty we all pay for the privilege of life. Death, for all his power, cannot carry water from the river with a sieve. Death, taxes and childbirth! There’s never any convenient time for any of them. A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it

Death's paper-thin lips lifted into a smirk and he shrugged his shoulders under the dark suit. "No, go on," Deshawn encouraged. He pulled the girl back so that they stood side by side like a barricade. "Tell us what it is." Death waited for a beat, enjoying the way the pair squirmed under the gaze of his dark eyes that glowed emptily like a never-ending abyss. The temperature dropped drastically and even the leaves shivered through the air before landing at their feet. "This isn't the world you grew up in. Sure, it exists in the same universe that you once knew but it's not the same. You'll have to learn how to adapt together. That's all I wanted to say," Death finally admitted.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

“No, you don’t deserve even that.” “What, you’ll kill me?” he asks. “You’ll be doing me a favor.” “No, I don’t think so,” I say before standing up. “Death is too uncertain. We don’t know what comes next, or what awaits us on the other side, if there is one. You waking up every day, eating, breathing, living, is a certainty. A luxury. Nothing is scarier than death. Then the nothingness that might follow it.” I make a signal at the wide-angled camera watching us and in a few seconds, the door behind me opens. Two men walk in, two men that have been hired to finish this job.

"Whatever will happen will surely happen." I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to summon the courage to face whatever lay ahead. My thoughts drifted to the life I had led before this ordeal began. The people I had loved, the dreams I had pursued, the moments of joy and sorrow that had shaped me. It was as if my entire life had been a prelude to this very moment, a moment where the prospect of death didn't hold the terror it once did.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

He snapped his fingers and I found myself standing on the Cliffs of Typher. I looked out across the horizon as the sun started to rise behind me. I took a deep breath and felt the wind push against me. A serene feeling descended over me- One I hadn't felt in a very long time. “You know, death creates life.” Conor whispered from next to me. I gave him a confused look. “Everything is connected. It's all a cycle and one that we are apart of.” “Life creates death.” I replied. “In order for life to keep going, creatures must die to give life to the next generation.”

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

"I don't work for this world anymore, Julian. This world is closed. The ledger for Earth was finalized an hour ago. Every soul has been accounted for and moved to the next Great Cycle." "But I'm still here!" "You aren't," Death says, and for the first time, I see a flicker of pity in his eyes. "In the eyes of the universe, you were settled centuries ago. You are a rounding error. A ghost in the machine. I cannot take what is already recorded as gone." He begins to fade into the mist. "Wait!" I shriek, dragging myself toward him. "What happens to me? What do I do?" His voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, a final, fading whisper.