Dumb Ways To Die Stumble Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, for me, there is nowhere to hide. "Finally, my village mysticism has taken a hold on me," I mumbled amidst the pain. I can feel the hailstorm chasing after me, running twice the speed I am going. I felt another hailstorm touch my skin and I screamed out in anguish. I shake my head in pity, knowing fully well that this is the punishment for disobedience. I felt the ground rumbling behind me. I look back, only to discover that the ground is now sinking after me, faster than I can even imagine. Before I could make another move, I felt myself plummeting into the sinking ground and the hailstorm pouring on top of me.

“Yeah, it’s very fast, and it’s driving in an S shape on the road.” “No matter what, I have a feeling that people are going to die again soon!” “They’re not that stupid, right? They died twice in the same way!” “How do you know they’re not that stupid? I think they were that stupid before, weren’t they? They didn’t die like this in the previous executions!” “In these few live executions, they died the stupidest deaths. They all died in accidents.” The comments from the audience instantly increased. At this moment, Sven, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt like he was f*cking a dog.

I won't test you anymore! "I won't hang up on you anymore! Don't die on me… You can't die on me like this!" She fell to the ground in paralysis, grabbing the red down jacket that I couldn't put on anymore as she cried her heart out.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

he cried out, his back bending so low that he was almost on his knees. Joy and grief flashed across his face. "Whitney, Stratton Group has gone bankrupt!" I was surprised. Bankrupt? Stratton Group was a massive family empire. How could it have fallen so fast? Luke continued, "But I understand now. I owe you this. This is the price I had to pay to find you. Come back with me, please. I want to make it up to you." He groveled before me at my door, clinging to my legs and bawling his eyes out.

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

Tomorrow, he wouldn't hesitate to take my heart—piece by piece, until there was nothing left of me. Fortunately, I was already dead. The endless days of waiting in despair were finally over. He searched the house for me. Of course, he found nothing. The only thing he discovered was the meal I had prepared for him a month ago. It had rotted beyond recognition, and even I couldn't remember what it had been. All I remembered about that day was the sudden intrusion of warriors bursting in, gagging me, and binding my limbs. That day was supposed to be our marking anniversary. Instead, it became the day I died. And it was also the day Vivian was reborn, finally free of wolfsbane.

I didn't want to give up so soon. I can't die like this. I won't die like. I kept saying while gasping for air. Whoever did this to me would have victory if I die. I won't give that person the chance to win. So I crawled to the door, my own blood tracing after me like a dog was slaughtered In the room. My body was already too weak. I gathered the last strength I had and began to hit the door. There was no response. I couldn't lift my body again. I closed my eyes and laid there until I became lifeless.

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."