Die Trying Novels & Stories

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Damn it! @Death Wish

Dyelon was frantic and he couldn't give up, he refuse to give up on her. “GODDESS WAKE UP!” Dyelon yelled as tears fell from his eyes, he brought his fist down onto Trixie’s chest in defeat. Her eyes flew open and she drew in a deep breath, looking at Dyelon, “you came for me.” Trixie said before her eyes closed again. She was to weak her body was on fire she knew she was dying. She had accepted that she wouldn't survive what was happening. Suddenly she was pulled back from the darkness and thrown back into reality.

she says "Well, you looked wrong," Death and I say at the same time "They want us back now," Death says "Okay, bro you know, I met Ariel today," I tell Mika as we hug, "but I guess, I'll see you whenever they decide to stop torturing me," I tell her "Yeah, that's not ending anytime soon, but she can come to visit you in hell," Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell,"

"Peggy—" "It's not fair." Her voice rose, desperate and furious and heartbroken all at once. "It's not fair. I'm twenty-six years old. I should have decades left. I should get to live. I should get to have a future. Have kids. I'm a good person, Dante." She inhaled through the tears. "Why do i get to die so soo, and a monsters like Belarie are left to walk free? it's unfair that I'm really dying, and there's nothing—there's nothing anyone can do—" She broke down completely. The sobs tearing through her broke Dante's heart even more.

I'm dying if I don't get to the stream faster I might die, I don't want to die not just yet, I had a lot to do before my day finally comes, I'm dying, no this change be true. Suddenly I see someone at the far end from where the flowers were,he's calling me. He is trying to tell me to move from the mud and go yow where he is. I'm struggling to keep my eyes awake, my throat is burning, very hot and thirsty, I want some water but my voice can't be easily heard. I'm not strong enough, I know I'm going to die, so I just skip back and wait for my time. But suddenly the guy at the other side moves the other side and tries to pull me from the mud, I'm shaking hard.

she whispers, her voice barely audible. The voice on the other end is familiar, yet laced with a tone that makes Jolie’s blood run cold. “Jolie, it’s Dr. Smith from the hospital. I’m afraid I have some devastating news. Your son’s condition has taken a turn for the worse. He’s... he’s dying, Jolie.”

They did not have any other solution besides waiting for their death. Would any dying person wear a nice expression?