Desperate Living Novels & Stories

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

"Miss Renée is being charged with third-degree arson. She needs to come with us now." My life is over. I'm dead. I'm fucking screwed. My throat is dry. My head is banging. I think I'm going to vomit. ****

It's like I sank towards the bottom of the ocean. I feel numb, I can't move anymore. huh, I'm cold everything around is slowly drifting away. I try my best to breathe but I can't and I'm not fighting it anymore. This is what I get for hurting and caring for other people. I should stop fighting other people's battles and learn to fight for myself. What do I want that will make me happy? Rest. I just need rest.

The lines have blurred so much that I can't tell what's real and what's just survival. All I know is that I'm exhausted. Tired of fighting, tired of explaining, tired of being judged by people who have never been desperate enough to sign away their dignity for their child's life.

His family's honor, once a beacon of pride, was now tarnished by the scandal. Kael's desperation grew with each passing moment. He spent every waking hour by his grandmother's side, begging her to wake up, to forgive him for his mistakes. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, not now, not ever. The doctor's words offered little comfort, their dire prognosis echoing in Kael's mind like a death knell. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

"So what I'm hearing is that you might not be able to make rent next month because you'll be looking for a new job. Dude! You are playing with fucking fire." You really were. But the fire was so hot. Wait, the metaphor is actually so good it doesn't work. "I promise I'll have rent," you said, fairly certain. "And it's complicated but... I think it can work." Mosche just threw his hands up in the air and walked out of the kitchen. "You work as an intern and I'm a standup comic, and somehow you've got multiple hot babes and I've got none. What even is this life?" Then he stuck his head back in the room. "Hey, how late do you think you'll be? I was gonna try that tantric thing again..."

“You don’t deserve that, Millicent. “You’re going to crawl through every single day in pain. In anguish. In torment. “You’re going to suffer the greatest misery of your fucking pathetic life. “Every day, you’ll wish for death. Beg for death. Yearn for death… even breathe for death. “But it will never come. “You’re going to wither away while you’re still alive. “And you’ll become so desperate and frustrated you’ll want to gouge your own eyes out of their sockets. “So no… I’m not wasting my bullet on a fucking bitch.”

“What the hell miss? I have got a home to go to” he said angrily. “I am so sorry, I could not find any cash anywhere” I said calmly, trying to calm the situation. “Make a transfer” he proposed. I brought out my phone and showed “my routing system is down” I said “what can be done?” I asked. “I don’t know, I’ve got a business to run. I need the money” he answered, tapping his foot on the floor.

“Julia, get back in here right now!” “Please don’t yell!” Michael implored. Still no movement in the house—but that wouldn’t last. “Please.” Diana struggled free and continued down the aisle, stopped. She leapt over the remains of the man. Sarah closed in on the action, realizing that desperation wasn’t a place you find yourself in; rather, it is a place you can’t get out of. That made sense to her now, and the small, brave girl was their only hope of changing it. This broke something in Sarah, something that she’d always assumed was iron-clad, and that hurt made her miss Bill more than ever, even his illness. Suffering had been a part of her life for so long, and really, how was that differ

It depends on your deeds how much of the hell you get to taste. It’s been a few days since I came up here and I received my date of a rebirth the very same day. It’s a year and fifty days from now. And my neighbour Mrs Mathew said I am lucky to live here for these many days. But I think differently. I have no memory of what wrong deeds I did to die such a painful death and that too this early. But I wanted to live. Be successful, fall in love and live my life till I was old and wise.