Dying With A Smile Novels & Stories

It’s been only a few days since they were properly facing each other and now, they were already at each other throats with the killing intent just to win a stupid content created by themselves. To be fair, he didn’t know where it went wrong. “I should part ways with him with a smile on our faces. Not like this. Not when I am trying to bury my youngest alive for the sake to win this fight.” He became so chatty the moment the water slowly rose and now, it had covered half of the hole’s ground area. “Can they escape?” “Gosh!” Smile’s face distorted. “Can you stop talking for a while?” “I’d never take you for a chatty person, Your Excellency.” Sleepy side-eyed him.

he greeted a few nurses with a smile on his way back from the chemotherapy. The nurses had smiled back— they always smiled warmly at him. It was quite hard to tell what their smiling signified: that maybe he was dying soon and they're glad to have known him or maybe, he shouldn't feel so sad after all, we all gonna die someday or maybe he was getting better and they can't wait to not see him again, besides, they may be tired of his presence and they needed new handsome faces which will flirt less with a smile at them (like he usually did. Like he was doing now.)

He pauses with the corner of his lip slowly twitching into a smirk. "We're all going to die, Amelie," He finally says, and she steps away from him...

Hanging his head, Landon grappled with waves of fury that threatened to crush and suffocate him. Gulping, he gently traced her lovely profile with trembling fingers. One thing bothered him—why was she smiling when she died? She took a shot to the stomach and fell from a high place. Her bones were crushed upon impact, which felt painful just from the sound of it. Was she not afraid of the pain, like any ordinary young woman? "You look pretty when you smile. Why didn't you smile more when you were still around?" Landon mumbled in all seriousness. It was as if he was demanding an answer from the lifeless body before him.

Sage announced brightly. Alive. The word echoed in my ears. “So try as much as possible to run into the field and dodge our arrows.” He smiled, not a cruel smirk, not a threatening grin but a bright, cheerful smile, the kind someone would wear while greeting friends. The contrast made my stomach twist violently. How vicious of them. How could he smile like that… while calmly announcing the deaths of dozens of people? Girls around me gasped softly. Some whispered prayers. Others began trembling openly where they stood.

"You only have a little amount of time,you have to hold them,really tight,and stare at them so close,so they won't get away. Then you tell them,that they aren't going to leave you just like that,you make them happy,happy that they leave this world smiling,not sober" I sighed. "You're scared" "Pardon?" "You're not just scared of your loved one dying, you're scared that you won't be able to move on" "I have to go"I said,and pulled out some cash from my back pocket. "Thank you"the driver said,and I got out,my mind a mess,"hey! Sir?!" I turned back,"Happy New year!"the driver yelled,and all the other drivers on the road yelled a happy New year,I wasn't sure it was to me. To me,they just wished e

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

the intercom announced, "THE HOLLOW CATHEDRAL! Where faith is tested and prayers go unanswered! Please review the rules carefully!" A screen descended, showing rules in blood-red text. But before I could read them, Mia squeezed my hand. I looked at her. She was smiling—really smiling. Not the tired, scared smile she'd worn since the Sandman. A real smile. Full of hope and determination and something else I couldn't quite name. "What?" I asked. "I'm glad I died," she said. "Is that weird?" "Extremely."

But despite everything, despite the sadness of what she was saying, there was a bright smile on her face. Genuine. Real. Full of life. How? How could she smile like that when she knew she was dying? But then I realized—maybe that was exactly why she could smile. Because she'd accepted it. Made peace with it. Decided to find joy in whatever time she had left rather than spending it afraid and sad. I couldn't help but smile back at her, even as tears pricked at my eyes. "You're very brave," I whispered. "Papa says the same thing," she said. "But I don't feel brave. I just feel... me."

"This is were terminal patients come to observe and absorb the beauty of life and nature. "Can I ask you something?" I asked. I didn't want to talk but it pissed me off that he was so unfazed despite the prospect of possible death for someone who he had seen just a few hours ago. He was literally smiling like he was going through some twisted tantric sex. How could he? Someone was literally dying! "Yes, anything you want" he answered in a most calm manner. His calmness annoyed me even more than it should have because he kept on smiling!