Dumb Ways To Die Stumble Novels & Stories

The uglies brought invisible fire with them each and every time. He blindly reached for his emergency buzzer. It wisped off the hospital bed. Fighting through pain—God how his joints screeched when he moved—Robby tried to find it in the dark. Dizziness sent everything into a spin, and for a moment he was worried he might vomit, or ‘blow chunks’ as he and the other boys at school used to say. This expression he’d learned the day he’d vomited at assembly in the fourth grade, struck down with heatstroke at the peak of July’s heat. Unlike that one embarrassing time, with the teachers swarming over him as the kids laughed and pointed, he didn’t blow chunks now. But he did tumble free of the sheet

A voice I knew all too well. ​"You forgot the most important rule of the Debt, kids." ​I froze. I turned around, my heart stopping. ​Standing in the ruins of the doorway was the younger version of me—the First Life. She wasn't drugged anymore. Her eyes were solid violet, and she was holding a Scythe that looked ten times more powerful than mine. ​"You can't have two of the same soul in the same room," the First Life said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "One of us has to go. And I like my life just fine."

giving him a USB drive and a file in a brown envelope, both left the bar. The unnamed man went to his room at a hotel he is staying, there he heard a knock at the door, afraid and sweating, he could not open the door, he hides under the bed hoping to safe himself from the man knocking, {knock knock}, the intruder forcefully broke the door with his leg and entered the room silently, he was searching the room he couldn't see anybody, the intruder called somebody on the phone saying "He's not here", then he heard a screech sound coming from the bed, he turned around took a peek at the bed then looked under the bed , he saw the unnamed man and dragged him out, the intruder took a knife out to st

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

Scrunching up my face, praying this isn't dumb, hating that I have to sacrifice it, I let go of the dagger and the root, letting my foot skip the boulder and manic scramble through wet mud to keep enough of a hold to make me slide the wall instead of falling backward. It’s the only way not to die.

"Elaine isn't even bleeding, Mr. Lowe. You don't need to help her." I was wearing black today. In reality, the shards of glass pierced my thighs, making them bleed. Anna moved in front of Zachary before instructing Isaac and Sean to pin me to the floor. "Let me teach her a lesson, Mr. Lowe! That's the only way to make her cooperate!"

My hands tremble as I press them against the dirt, trying again, but a sharp pain shoots through my scraped palms and I fall back with a cry. I can taste blood—maybe from my lip, maybe from somewhere else—and my head feels heavy, like it’s too much effort to hold it up. The world around me sways, and for a moment, I think I might pass out. “Sooo… this is how I die,” I mutter. “Killed by forest pig. Amazing. My obituary will be iconic.” Then I hear it—the boar squealing. Closer. “Oh COME ON,” I shout, scrambling upright with the strength of a dying grandma. “Haven’t you bullied me enough?!”

I held them and struggled to get back into the room then I did the worst thing ever. I looked down. I screamed when I realized I was hanging on the blinds to keep myself from falling to my death. The wolf lunged for me and I instantly left the only support I had like an idiot. I fell down effectively breaking my neck with a loud crack. ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank you for reading Chapter Thirteen| Dumb Death. So, what did you think!? Love, Coco

There were another 2 million people who didn't know how to do laundry. Following the video she filled a tub with soapy water to soak her whites. "Come here..." She mumbled while trying to reach a shirt, which had fallen out of the basket. She used edge of the tub for support while leaning forward to grab the shirt. And in an instant it flipped, causing water and clothes to spread out everywhere. She put a hand on ground to support her weight as she tried to stand up but the water covered floor cause her to fall again on her butt. She let out a loud scream.

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