Death Of A Salesman の小説・ストーリー

"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."

How about now? His eyes darted towards the money which he grabbed after a brief hesitation then hid it away as though it never existed. "Yeah I remember him" he muttered while leaning in slightly. “Quiet guy. He maintained an isolated existence. In the days leading up to his death he exhibited unusual behavior. Jumpy. He repeatedly glanced backward over his shoulder as though fearing an unseen presence. ” Emily and I exchanged a glance. Did he mention any troubles that were affecting him? ” Emily pressed. The bartender shrugged. “Not to me. He departed from work ahead of schedule on the night of his death. That wasn’t normal for him. Guy perpetually engaged in relentless pursuit of additiona

Three weeks before death: "The morphine makes everything soft. But my mind is clear. My mind is clearer than it has been in years. I'm dying. Finally able to be honest about what I've done. About what I've destroyed." Two weeks before death: "Howard came today to discuss the restructuring of the will. He thinks I'm being too generous to Elena and Dominic. He doesn't understand that I'm not being generous—I'm being strategic. They are the only ones who have the potential to break the cycle. The only ones who might choose differently."

The comments were brutal, saying, "Get lost. You were seriously annoying when you were alive, and now you still won't let go." "Daniel really had terrible luck." "Fine, I will grant you the title of Ms. Devoted." "All three female leads are doing everything they can for that title." As I watched Ophelia die, I felt neither sadness nor joy. It was as though all my emotions disappeared with my death. Soon, Ophelia became one with the mountain. No one knew she had died there. All people knew was that the daughter of the Gill family disappeared after my death. As for Elena, she threw herself into charity work.

"If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation." Mom didn't take the document. Her gaze swept around the entire room. After a long moment, she suddenly forced an ugly smile that looked grotesque. "This must be a lie! To think the police are colluding with Flora to put on a show. Is this fun for you? The makeup looks pretty real. But if you think you can fool me, you're far from it!" As she spoke, she reached out to tug at my already cold body on the bed. "Flora, stop putting on this pathetic act in front of me. Do you think pretending to be dead will work? Let me tell you—"

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

The System told me that, as a mission taker, I stood a chance of resurrecting my beloved if I cleared the game. As such, I dedicated my heart and spirit to charm the villainess, even if it meant dying ninety-nine times. When I played the game for the hundredth time, she sent me into a room with a deviant, just to satisfy her crush's whims. "You're not going to die anyway. I don't mind letting you be my boyfriend if you just make Henry laugh." She didn't know that there was a hidden rule—once I played the game a hundred times, my wish of resurrecting my beloved would be granted, success notwithstanding. I shall hence disappear from her world without a trace.

Kids who lost their parents. I turned it off when I couldn't handle the weight over my chest anymore. All these people, they are dead, because of -me. All those innocent people, what was their fault, to be killed--just so i can fake my death. The big room suddenly felt so small, i felt suffocated and it's still my day one over here. I hesitantly walked toward the door. I placed my hand on the door knob and debated myself wether i should get out or not.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."