Dumb Ways To Die Stumble Novels & Stories

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

He finally gave up as we were five feet away from him. “Sdonnnt hurks mees!” He slurred out He happened to fall in front of a large hole in the ground that the electric company was working on burying cable. Perfect! I just bent down and grabbed his shirt, bringing him to his knees. His attempts to fight me off were futile as I out-powered him easily. Wasting little time, snapping his neck and letting his body fall into the hole. This way, it looked like he staggered into the whole and broke his neck on the fall.

“Are you okay?” How can I be fucking okay? You just shattered my leg. Sometimes it feels like Barbabra doesn't even think before she speaks. “Call the fucking ambulance.” “Daniel?” Everything turns completely black as my heart beat slows down. I hear Barbara’s distant cries as her fingers fidget with her phone. If this is how I die, then that’s going to be fucking pathetic. What a shitty way to go. **** ~~JADE~~

I could feel her eyes rolling, mane unfurling in irritation. But I did have an idea. An idiotic, ridiculous idea… but it was better than waiting to get caught. The walls narrowed as the dead end met. I lacked the strength I needed but with my body withered down to bones, this might just work. I propped one leg on the side of the wall as my forearm and shoulder braced the opposite wall. I shimmied myself up and placed my right leg against the concrete wall, spreading my arms between the two slats. I maneuvered up again and as my bare foot moved to propel myself upward, it slipped, throwing me back into the waste below with a deafening splash.

Inside the casket, I couldn't tell night from day. Hunger eventually stripped away what was left of my sanity. I bit at the wood and clawed at the lid over and over, desperate to tear my way out, until every single one of my fingernails ripped completely off my fingers. The already thinning oxygen grew heavy with a suffocating, putrid stench as my own waste started piling. I didn't know how many days had passed when I finally died in agony.

She felt stupid to believe their lies but now it was too late. Her insides were already burning as she drank some acid. She knew she was dying and she could not do anything as the poison was too strong. "W h o a... w h o a... I t... i s... j u s t.. s o m e... s o u p. Y o u ... l i k e... t h i s.... s t u p i d... s o u p... m o r e... t h a n... m e... h u h?

Once we were safely ashore and settled on the sofa of our hotel, we watched the news. The headline was enough to make both of us frown uneasily. [Dutton Family’s Birthday Bash Turns Tragic: Mother and Daughter-in-Law Fall into the Sea and Pronounced Missing] Valerie’s pale face dominated the screen, her eyes swollen and red from crying. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t push them! They fell on their own!” Valerie was taken away by the police as Rourke looked on with a serious expression on his face. Julius however, looked especially haggard.

The tombstones on either side were long and I couldn't see the end of them. Despair is creeping into my heart. I can't help but think, am I really going to die here? When I didn't see it at all, a vine lying on the ground in the road caught me. "Ah!" I tripped and fell. No! I can't die! I immediately turned over and put the dagger in my hand against the head wolf's open fangs!

No one was able to snap out of their shock. He was dead? Just like that? Wasn't that a bit too ridiculous of a way to die? With how fearsome Albin seemed earlier, they'd all assumed he had to be some kind of formidable fighter. Who would've thought he'd end up tripping and falling to his death without anyone else even laying a hand on him? The manner of his death truly rendered them speechless. While the crowd was still stunned, Damian had already grabbed the stupefied Wendell and quickly left the place.