Die With A Smile Writer Novels & Stories

Soon enough, the world would see exactly what kind of people they were. Wyatt was just about to slip away when the doctor finally rushed in. After performing a quick check on my body, he looked up at Celia and sighed heavily. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Ashford. Mr. Elliot has indeed passed away." Celia's arms tightened around me. The last trace of hope vanished from her eyes. "Why?" she whispered. "I calculated everything perfectly. The dose, the oxygen tank... I even left water and food in that casket. How could he possibly die?"

But I'm afraid it was already too late. I started seeing the utter darkness. So, I forced my lips to turn into a smile to let them know that I died happily. --------------------------- ---------------------------

I suddenly asked trying to prolong the conversation to a point where he would smile again –of course I had picked the wrong question to ask for this was surely going to remind him of his pain. “Oh, it was just a stupid training,” he said and to my surprise, his smile didn’t fade away as I had thought. “And a silly excuse too if you ask me,” he added. This made me curious. How could someone have a near-death experience and smile about it like the memories behind the pain was a good one? “What happened?” I blurted out as my entire being wanted to know what was going on. He looked into my eyes and I could see the laughter dancing deep within his eyes. I cocked my head to the side and raised my

he smiled, a sharply forced smile, rehearsed "so how about hearing an ancient story? Um? One of when dragons were still flying over the skies and..." I wanted to smile as he snuggled me in his body, while his fingers caressed my hair and Dad tried so hard to stay there, with his voice without fail, with a certainty that I would not be dead in a few seconds - but that’s not why I wanted to smile. I wanted to smile, because he spread his wings and those black feathers tickled my face. I wanted to smile, because it was warm, welcomed. I wanted to smile, because that was my favorite story and when I realized it, I understood that that was the best way to die.

I'm reminded of her every time I see your face! His words tormented me. Tears streamed down my face as I let out a shaky laugh. "Fine. Why don't you kill me then? Do you think that I've been living a good life for the past few years? I also wish that I were the one who died that day!" The more I spoke, the more it sounded like I was talking to myself. "I was also so scared that day. I wanted to save Jillian too, but I was only 18 years old…"

I just enjoy the sight of someone fighting to survive to stay awake while they know it is no use fitting at all because he or she will die anyway no matter what. I don't smile at anyone. The only people I smile at are my family so the only time others see me smiling is when someone is dying by my hands, suffering and in pain. I looked at Alexei and he was struggling to stay awake. I smiled when I saw his whole body fall limp as he blew out his last breath. “Get rid of his body. I don't care what you do with it.” I ordered.

Before I could stop him, he reached into his boot, pulled out a hidden dagger, and drove it into his own chest with savage force. “No!” I shouted, lunging forward,but too late. His body jerked once, then slumped. Blood spilled from the wound in thick, dark streams, soaking into the frozen ground beneath him. “I’d rather die,” he gasped, a cruel smile twisting his lips as his eyes lost focus, “than give you the honor…” He died smiling, and I hated him for it. I stood over him, my blade still raised, staring down at the lifeless body. There was no thrill in his death. No vindication. Only silence. A cold, widening emptiness that settled into my chest like a stone.

It just wasn't making any sense to me. He smiled, as if he'd made peace with his decision to die. “No.” I said, barely breathing the words with tears in my eyes while shaking my head. “Do something, please. Try to save yourself.” He didn't utter a word. Instead, he held onto the smile on his lips as if it was some faith that was going to save him. There was nothing bad with that. If truly it was some faith that would save him, then I had no problem with that. I just didn't want him to die. However, that smile didn't look like something that would save him. And that was the annoying part of it.

he repeated. “Well,” she said gaily, “since I’m going to die anyway, I might as well go out happy.” Her face fell as she thought for a moment and then continued, “Of course, unless you’re into necrophilia, you’ll only get one chance at me. But just think... ! They’ll find me dead in your bed, but with the happiest smile they’re ever going to see on my face. It will drive them absolutely nuts! Now let’s do it.”

He stood there as usual smiling, bleeding, and whispering. You’ll die alone. But this time I smiled back. “You will accompany me in the afterlife then,” I whispered.