Die Trying Novels & Stories

I shouted with all my might. "I'm sorry, treasure, but I'm afraid that's impossible." some of the men told me. "What are you going to do? Please take everything ... I'll give you everything but let us go." I was dying of fear. I didn't know what was coming. They were laughing. Apparently it was funny for them that I was praying for our lives. "Treasure, your man owes us so much moee than just money and he will pay with his life," said one of the men.

she lied. If dying inside is called fine, then she is definitely fine.

“It isn’t that you almost got run over by a cab, is it?” “It isn’t.” “Or that you slipped and almost fell into a sewage.” I rolled my eyes. “How is that anything remotely close to a near death experience?” “Falling into a sewage? That’s the worst kind of death. Haven’t you heard of Darcy's cat who died after falling into a sewage near that auto garage downtown?” “No. And I would probably know if I knew who this Darcy was.” “Well go on then. I’m dying to know. What is this near death experience?”

And death. “It’s just comfort,” Speedy said. He was alert that night, an unusual change from his drooling, incontinent self. Mykel thought about candles and about how they burned brightest just before they went out. “I don’t know if Woods would approve.” “Just half an hour. Help me walk in. I’m weak. She’s scared. The little one’s dying.” “Look, you should be resting.” “I’ll rest when I’m dead, boy,” Speedy said, letting go of Mykel’s arm. “And you’ll rest too someday. ‘Til then, let us live. No woman should cry alone in the night, not on Christmas.”

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

You’ll be staying with me. Staying with him? Does that mean I’ll get to see him every day? Shame on you Janelle, Father just died and you’re… “You’re too kind, Sir.” Bella’s polite voice interrupted my thoughts. As you’ve probably guessed, my sister is the perfect child while I’m, well let’s say the wild one. The long-expected rain starts with a drizzle at first, then it begins to pour in torrents. Theodore motions to his black Chevrolet Suburban which is surrounded by a convoy. “Get in. My men will take care of the remaining procedures. You both need to rest.”

"You need to come back now. There really were intruders. Your mom and Theodore were both hurt!" Jessica let out a scornful laugh. "Fine, fine. I'll save them after watching the meteor shower with Wilson. Besides, it's not a serious injury. Theodore's not going to die from it. " She hung up after that. Amelia wasn't going to give up. She tried calling again, but the cold automated voice replied, "The number you dialed is currently powered off." I wasn't surprised. I had long since stopped expecting anything from a sister that heartless.

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"