Death Notice Novels & Stories

"What? That's not possible!" I grabbed my coworker by the arm, disbelief hitting me all at once. "We all checked him yesterday. Every one of us signed off before we ended the shift. How does he just die overnight?" He looked just as pale, swallowing hard before answering. "Looks like a sudden infection. When Dr. Spencer got there, the old man was barely breathing. The funeral home showed up around four in the morning. He's probably already been cremated by now."

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

If that was the case, it would be quite shocking for some of their friends to still see them. And even talk to them. +++++++++ One of the scariest experiences that I will never forget was when my best friend passed away sometime around 1992 or '93. Nobody informed me about her death because it came so suddenly due to cardiac arrest. She was pronounced dead on arrival when her body reached the hospital. Besides, apparently, her maid had hidden her phone book and could no longer be found after she died.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

Shanice stated slightly confused. "But today's the 27th." "Oh..." Realisation finally hit Shanice. She finally understood her daughter's miserable mood all week. Her deceased husband's birthday was something she tried to forget. She hadn't been to his grave in 5 years and thinking about him made her feel bad. Shanice cleared her throat before she went on, "I understand honey. But... you're not the only one who's hurting from losing a loved one." Ashleigh looked at her mother in confusion, "He is too."

I looked at Miguel and rolled my eyes, I mean what could have happened in a couple weeks. "You both have been gone three years, your father agreed reluctantly to punish you for killing the human Jorge, sorry for your three losses," Destiny's voice bellowed around us both, fading as she disappeared. Miguel eyed me curiously and I shuddered as a chill ran up my back. My Death signals were flashing erratically, this wasn't good.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

" Never knew what happened to her. Until today." The room held its breath, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Liam's gaze bore into mine, a silent plea hidden behind his weathered features. H tossed a folded piece of paper across the table, and I picked it up, staring into his eyes. As I carefully unfolded it, the words etched on the death certificate came into focus: Michelle Smith—gone, her life extinguished just days after her last journal entry.

DIMITRI I had to wait until a minute before Stan, the pudgy policeman from the other day walked into the office. He was poring over a sheaf of papers in his hand. "What news?" I asked, leaning forward eagerly as he took his seat. "Just going through what I have here." He indicated the papers he held. "I have been going through documents like this all day and they all say the same thing." He stopped and sighed. "It's like we are dealing with a ghost, so to speak, Mr Dimitri. On paper, Grace is basically still dead. Her death certificate, the day of her death, the doctor's proposed cause of death all tally. To everyone else, she died four odd years ago."

Even though the picture was of poor quality, my figure was still recognizable. The post quickly gained traction. People were eating up the drama. Roman’s heartless ex-girlfriend was finally getting what she deserved. Even God had had enough and was taking my life away. Curious onlookers started digging into my past. They left nothing untouched. My background, my school, and everything about my life were exposed online. The funeral home replied to the comment. EverlastingRestFuneralHome_official: Our funeral home usually only uses white flowers, but that young woman insisted on ninety-nine roses. I asked if the color might be too bright. She said they were for herself. Sigh. It was only then