Dumb Ways To Die Stumble Novels & Stories

My legs felt heavy so I couldn't do what they seem to be asking, instead I just stood— If I can't beat 'em, I should join them. A hand pull me from the road and I lost stamina, falling on the ground beside the car as the energy in my legs completely sags out. What's going on? I look around, my heart stuck in my throat. Did...did I just mistook the road for the house? I look on as the cars drove past, some pointing fingers at me. "Do you want to commit suicide, ma'am?" The driver panicked. "Commit suicide? There are quiet options to explore, but... Stand before the cars and die a painful death?" I stuttered, finding it hard to pull my A B C together.

SYDNEY So, now I know how the world ends. I leap off the couch and, of course, promptly stumble and fall right down on the floor. I’m desperate to get away and when I go to stand up, I bang my head on the coffee table. It’s like an evil slapstick comedy routine and I groan from the pain in my head.

But I did not listen to that voice. Overdose, cutting, “kitchen sink”, “hang myself somewhere(?)”, are a few of the things that I’ve read. There are more on the list but I stopped reading when I reached an underlined one below the “hanging” part that says: Jump off a cliff (No audience and easier to do. Just jump!)

And then I’m falling. I open my mouth to scream for help, but nothing comes out. Just pure horror, coursing through my veins and the late dawning that perhaps I shouldn’t have drunk the half-bottle the staff snuck out for me. It was rum, after all. I close my eyes, thinking about all the things I thought about doing. The boring goals on my list. My graduation walk in mere months. This is how I die, I think to myself. In a yellow, expensive dress I was going to return, outside a party where I don’t belong, drinking stolen rum. From a split brain.

] I looked at my balance and felt much better. [I'm good. I’m making a bed for Champion. Eat it yourself.] After I sent that, I muted my phone and threw it aside. I pulled out the problem set that I had hidden under my pillow. Jace thought I was a useless girl who only scored 20 points. But on that exam, I had only done the multiple-choice questions. I had even avoided the correct answers on purpose. That day, Winnie had come crying to me and told me that if she did not get first place in the grade, her gambling father would beat her to death.

Make him die. But guess what?

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

Diana went down like a bag of potatoes as his screams echoed the mangrove moor. Tommy saw his good eye turn up and the goblin suddenly halted, dropped into the wetland, and then dropped dead at their feet. Tommy was trying to massage his throat and get his breath back. He snapped at Celestina, “Why did you just stand there little girl, help me!” He let out matter-of-factly, “call for some help, get me a fucking blood?” Scooping Diana on his arms, Tommy walked like a poppet, his mind wanting to weep and scream. His mate was dead, he stabbed his best friend and he saw Celestina's devilish smile.

20 seconds left. The blows and strikes mixed with bites kept raining down on me.I was halfway through reaching my absorbing limits. 14 seconds left. “Do you plan on dying here?” Damien demanded. I ignored him and kept still. The Kinetic Dispersal worked only if I kept very still. One wrong move could disperse it prematurely and it would ruin my plan. 9 seconds left. “So, this is it? We get to die in here?” Damien asked. “You are already dead,” I muttered through the heavy uncountable blows that I painfully absorbed.

Cold sweat instantly broke out all over my body. But the women were far from done. They ordered their bodyguards to pin me down. Shiloh picked up a pair of fireplace tongs, while Natalia kept pouring alcohol onto my wounds. I panicked in earnest. I did want to die, but I didn't want to be tortured to death! So, I struggled desperately. Suddenly, a wooden stick slammed hard into the back of my head. Blood streamed down my forehead. My body trembled, and I no longer had the strength even to scream. "Just… kill me…"