روايات وقصص ضمن Funny Ways To Die

Saying this, they smiled at Ashley while she kept crying silently as one of them was still holding the gun in her mouth. Option one is to put six bullets from this gun in your forehead. Or we will cut you into pieces and feed you to the dogs. Or there is another option, we will throw you alive among sharks. Now you tell us how you want to die. We will kill you in the way you want to die. Although we wanted to bury you alive or skin you alive. This is our favorite way to punish someone. But since you are the lover of a powerful person, we are giving you options. Now tell us how you want to die? "

"What did she do this time?" "She tried to kill me with a glass full of orange juice. Poured it out and pointed the glass at me." I rolled my eyes. This woman was a bold and rebellious. It made me nervous. John started laughing, covering his mouth. "What exactly are you laughing at? I could be dead now." I said. "No, you couldn't. We both know that very well. It's funny that she tried at all. No one else had gone against you like that before."

I suddenly blurted out just as Fiona began mixing some concoction to reduce my stress levels. Fiona stopped at once, giving me a look that suggested that she was surprised. “And if you actually die?” She spat, arching her brow. “Don't you think this is a bit too extreme?” She asked, resuming her mixing. Pretending to die wasn't merely a simple act. Only a few people who had tried it came out successfully. It required that the person be poisoned and then presumed to be dead only to be given the antidote when no one was looking.

blabbing " please just let me go, I wouldn't even taste good, am very skinny and your gods wouldn't even like me, and if you want to sell my organs, let me inform you that my organs wouldn't even work fine without me, the moment you kill me my organs stop, so please just let me go. I finished, I just hope they listen to me, my breathing came out heavy as I just said those words with so much speed, I don't think I've ever talked that fast. It became too quiet for my liking and before I could really understand what was happening, I heard laughter, yes laughter, maybe they were laughing at the fact that I think they would let me go, or maybe they don't understand English and found my strange la

He said as he left my room. Tafana is the fastest and most risky way to die, how is it possible that the little witch survived? What trick has she played on us?

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

But the frowned turn to laugh all of sudden when I saw how his smile faded. "Why are you laughing?" He then sighed like a child. I didn't know grim reaper can be funny like this. How I wish to see Saint pouting like this. Maybe that's more interesting. Damn! I can't imagine. "You are ridiculous." "Tsk! Everyone's tells that." "Great, at the list I'm not the only one"

Then I killed him, and left his body on a dirt road for the sun to take. Now, I was using my general lack of fear, my previous thoughts and reassurances about life and death, and a little gallows humor to change the fear of death into a joke. He was obviously perturbed and it amused me further. I smiled broadly. “Do you understand, Mr. Devere?” I asked.

“Anything to say now?” His eyes rolled back in his head as the last heartbeat pushed what little blood out of his system and he died. The other two looked at each other in fear. “Can’t do it, man!” “How about this? First man that talks, get a painless death. Whoever doesn’t talk, I will make small cuts all over your body. Then I will bring in rats and let them eat you alive until you die…. with my dull knife.” “Wedon’tknowhisname!” the first guy blurted out so fast.

he repeated. “Well,” she said gaily, “since I’m going to die anyway, I might as well go out happy.” Her face fell as she thought for a moment and then continued, “Of course, unless you’re into necrophilia, you’ll only get one chance at me. But just think... ! They’ll find me dead in your bed, but with the happiest smile they’re ever going to see on my face. It will drive them absolutely nuts! Now let’s do it.”