Dumb Ways To Die Stupe Novels & Stories

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.

“How are you feeling?” Zen groaned. Honestly, he felt like this was the worst sleep he had so far. Father Clarence was looking at him with eyes of concern, wondering what the boy did to return to the church this soon. Didn’t he mass craft the healing salves? Suffocation and drowning were probably some of the more terrifying ways to die. Honestly, Zen preferred to die from fall damage or get beaten up until his HP dwindled away. It would not be as brutal as smelling slime butts. Even getting shot to death might be slightly better. It was less embarrassing if Zen ignored how he died semi-naked.

Brad grunted and Jay snorted. "Are you guys fucking kidding me? What is wrong with you two? I thought you both agreed to do anything just to get rid of that bastard that killed our friend Drake?". "Not by having a gun" Nicole answered. "Oh really? Then is by having what? Because I don't understand how you two choose to get rid of him without a gun!" Jay raises his voice. "There's obviously another way to get rid of him. We can get a dagger, a rope, sword, iron...."

(Methane asked fiddling for my response) There is an adage that goes like this, and I quote, "the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach but permit me to rephrase this statement and say, " the fastest way to kill my mom is through her sanity, drag her down to a point when she's at her lowest, you can as well strick the final blow!" (Evil smile) (Next chapter loading......)

RYAN There are so many ways to kill. This, I have realized from reading books and experience itself. From my findings, there is the easy way of poisoning ones food, injecting said poison straight into the heart or even pushing the person down a cliff. Then the hard ways involve strangling, drowning, burning, amputation of the body bit by bit. As my mind go the latter, I feel a slight low burn at me back and sides, so I roll over in the mattress to get comfortable. My body had not been cut off, but by back and the sides of my ribs tell a different story.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

Today was my birthday, but I also knew that today was going to be the day that I also die. I do not know how long we stayed like that, Jax looking down at me, and me staring up at him. I could not speak; I do not believe that I was even breathing. The only thing that was not shut down was my brain. In an ironic twist my brain was not currently helping me get out of the situation. Instead, all I could think about was that I made it through a war zone and survived. Now I was going to die with a gun pressed to my head in my own country because I made a stupid choice.

My heart plummeted to my stomach. "You slaughtered them, slit their throats. They felt the fear, the helplessness, and then—boom." A voice from below the staircase said, laughing. Glorifying, like it was a football win. The room filled with deep chuckles, along with the thick haze of smoke, likely from weed. "Dying's a bitch," another monstrous voice added. "Particularly when they realize who they're dealing with in their last moments," Finn's voice drifted through the air with pride, making my heart pound.

Perhaps a village over? That would indeed be clever! I’d heard my father speak before of men that did such things so their catty wives wouldn’t find out about their affairs. Soon he was wiping a smooth brown wrist along his forehead and plucking at his wig in a way that told me he was overly hot in it. A dangerous game in Drimidan. Overheating was one of the fastest ways people died in this country. He veered from the booths and cast a furtive glance over his shoulder. Missing me crouched behind a booth. Once he’d verified no one seemed to be watching him, he turned sharply and quickly maneuvered to the left.