Novel & Cerita Funniest Ways To Die

Tom shouted as my face was buried in the cushion. I couldn’t mutter anything I was drained of the remaining dignity I had. My mind kept thinking of ways I can kill myself. Poison, gunshot, stabbing, hanging, running into ongoing traffic, drowning, burning myself, drinking acid. The endless choices sounded more like paradise than the way I was being treated. I decided to close my eyes to think about paradise

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.

How was he so happy and eager when it came to all the horrible ways people died? "That doesn't sound real," Emmet bluntly put out with nothing else to say. "Oh, I know. It's pure propaganda. It's about how the future Sýnnefan tradition of setting the dead in caskets into the sea is supposed to be wrong. Their people can be burned into ashes first, or placed into a floating coffin, or in a sinking coffin. If you feel like being pretentious, you can set your dead family's floating coffin on fire," Jasper smiled out a bit too widely, one eye twitching rapidly.

The crowd laughed as they shoved me back into the liquor again. The suffocation, the alcohol, and the seizure crashing together dragged my consciousness down rapidly. Just before I blacked out completely… The private room door slammed open. A voice exploded through the room, heavy with suppressed rage. "You people have a death wish!"

I state. *Fucking nailed it,* Dozer says, over mind-link. I draw a deep breath, feeling like the worst of it is over. When Bruce sits down and the dork Norman gets up, Mick paces in my head. “How many people have you killed Travis,” he asks. Cheap shot. I keep a straight face and don’t flinch. *Yeah we’ll leave the next body on his porch so he can see what trash we take out,* Shock says, over mind-link.

“Yeah, it’s very fast, and it’s driving in an S shape on the road.” “No matter what, I have a feeling that people are going to die again soon!” “They’re not that stupid, right? They died twice in the same way!” “How do you know they’re not that stupid? I think they were that stupid before, weren’t they? They didn’t die like this in the previous executions!” “In these few live executions, they died the stupidest deaths. They all died in accidents.” The comments from the audience instantly increased. At this moment, Sven, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt like he was f*cking a dog.

"I just miss her so much." Nelly sat alone in her car, her laughter echoing in the empty space. Tears streamed down her face, but they were tears of amusement rather than sorrow. "Carina missed death when Luke tried to kill her, but now she dies in a plane crash," she chuckled, her voice tinged with irony. She shook her head in disbelief, finding dark humor in the tragic twist of fate. "Oh, Carina, you always did have a knack for the dramatic," she mused, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. Despite the gravity of the situation, Nelly couldn't help but find humor in the absurdity of it all. "Rest in peace, sis," she said, her laughter subsiding as she whispered a final goodbye to

Why am I feeling this way? “Should I burn myself and die?” No. Burning until death might be so painful. “Then, drown myself?” That is too… barbaric. “Dying with gunshot might be the easiest way. But where will I buy a gun? If I look for an illegal seller, I’ll end up in jail. If I go to jail, I cannot eat fried chicken and coke anymore. Beer too.” I shook my head to get rid of my silly thoughts. “Damn imagination. I’m hungry.”

I pretended to not see what he did earlier. A sudden groan emerged from his throat as he opened his mouth to speak. “I am aching all over, I feel like I can see how deep my gravesite would be” “What are you saying all of a sudden? Is a gravesite a kind of simple joke?” I cautioned, running to his side. “What? I am only saying how I feel” he pouted before whispering “I almost died because of your coffee” I scoffed lightly and gritted “Says the one giggling and playing video games just few minutes ago”

Am I going to die in a forest, in the middle of nowhere where no one will ever find me? Or will I die slowly while the animal behind me feasted on my body? I don't know what was worst, the fact that I will eventually die or the fact that I will scream till my body give out. Well, I prefer the former one. I know I will die either way but I prefer dying a natural death. Dying in a grave accident is much better than dying in such a way. I began hyperventilating as those thoughts filled my mind. There were too much unanswered questions zeroing around in my head. I fisted my hands tightly together.