Die Trying Novels & Stories

My coworker, Tyra Robb, stood beside my desk with one hand on her belly, her voice low. "Stella, there are some boxes in storage. Come help me move them." Last time, I gave in and went with her. Half an hour later, she collapsed in the fire stairwell, blood all over the floor. When she woke up, she pointed at me through tears. "Stella made me move those boxes. She even pushed me." I got fired, sued, and lost everything. My dad died. My mom lost her mind. And I ended up on the roof of the office building. Only after I died did I learn she'd been stringing along eight guys at once. Given Tyra's history of multiple miscarriages, the baby never stood a chance anyway. This time, I didn't

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

The air was thick with a foul odor. A plaster cast of me stood in the middle of the living room; the face looked anguished and painful;the features were disturbingly lifelike. The cast stood next to a trophy. As I took in the scene, it finally dawned on me that I was dead. I had died from the moment they sealed me into the plaster.

tanong ko. "Yeah. Takot kasi ako sa matataas. Pero gusto kong subukan bago man lang ako mama..." "Pwede bang gawin natin lahat ng Dying List mo hindi dahil mamatay kana, kundi dahil gusto mo lang tuparin 'to?" singit ko. Ayoko kasing marinig ang salitang 'yon. Ayokong isipin na darating yung araw na mawawala rin s'ya sa tabi ko.

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.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

"Why don't you tell me what's so wrong with him instead of asking all these coded questions!" "Oh my God, you do know!" "I know what? What are you talking about, Mrs. Connor?" "Go to church, Jade! Seek the Lord, or you'll be just as sick as he is!" She stands to leave, but I grab her arm, pleading, "Please, Mrs. Connors, I'm sorry! Please tell me what's wrong with Tristan! He won't tell me! Is he dying?" "Yes, Jade, he's dying! He's dying quickly, but he doesn't want to die! And he's willing to do anything not to die!"

Which is indeed true, just watching Dai who seems perfect to me minus his arrogance. It's 7pm, the girls have fallen asleep by my side with both sitted on either side. I am about to wake them when Mr. Trump's Doctor exits the ER with a sullen face, oh God!. "Mr. Japana........." the doctor drags out while Dai stands up from his seat causing the girls to wake up. "I regret to announce to y'all that Mr. Denzel Trump didn't make it, we tried our possible best but the cancer had damaged his vital organs. I am deeply sorry for your loss" he says bowing and taps Dai on the back as a form of consolation.

72 ADRIA’S POV I didn’t know if that was what dying felt like but I did know that it was peaceful and at that moment, dying didn’t seem so bad. I had seen everyone. My mum, Lucien, my best friends and Monica was dead and I hated the feeling that made me feel I was going to be weak forever. Just when I let go completely something burning hot was poured through my lips. It was so hot that it spread around my tongue with an intense, burning heat and traveled down my throat spreading the heat there.

I begin but am cut off by his voice. "Derrick, Ike don leave us oh! " (Derrick, Ike has left us ohhh) {pidgin} Ayos voice flows into the speakers accompanied with sobs. "Ehn? "(What?) I question as my heart explodes. "Derrick! Ike oh. Ike don die! He don die ooh! " Ayo wails into the phone and I freeze. "What, what happened? "I question in fear. "Doctor say nah heart failure! "Ayo cries into the phone.