Romans & histoires Heavy Is Dead

A small locked medication safe she cannot crack in six minutes. She takes what she can. Not everything. Everything is greed. Greed is heavy. Heavy is slow. Slow is dead. The smoke thickens. LUS says, Exit recommended. "Bag half full." Exit strongly recommended. “Fine.” She grabs two more boxes, fine has always been a flexible word, then backs toward the door. A third dead body slams into the stockroom entrance from the shop floor, burning at one shoulder. Maya stares. "That's new." Combustion hazard.

“Deanna, you need to come up front.” When she looked up at him, she could actually see that he was not happy with whatever was going on, “What's going on?” “Just please come to the front,” Max said. He didn't want to elaborate. He did not want to be the one to tell her that her parents were both dead. He actually was feeling pain for people he had never met except at the hospital. And it wasn't because those particular people were dead he wished a lot worse on a lot worse people, but it was, but it was going to affect because he Anna and he Henry.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

He wondered if they lived the kind of life where they played and sang and did normal things after he was finished obsessing about dead children. “Don’t give up.” He stopped drumming. Her gaze pinned on his like a holiday brooch. “Don’t give up,” he said again, and the gravity in his voice gave her something. Hope. Fire. Something. Whatever it was, it nourished her and fed the frenzy that was swarming in her head. “You asked about DNA.” His voice was telling her that he was speaking in layers. Words under words. Meanings twined in and out. This is important, his voice was telling her, although his actual words were benign.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

I called desperately as I gently tapped his cheeks. He didn’t move nor open his eyes again. His full weight was on me and I know that he’s gone. He’s gone. I don’t know what to do. I couldn’t calm down. I don’t wanna see dead bodies. I feel like I’m dying whenever I see the dead bodies of the people I once treasured. “K-Kelly…”

His chest is steady, his body completely slack. Brandon is dead.

Not for any reason, but I realised the death plague hades brought along wasn't gone yet, even though Hades was. Word Count : 751 Sing Of Choice : Dead to Life By Ecstatic Ft Krigarè Ask Your Questions :

“Trust me when I say you’re never too old to be orphaned. We learned that lesson the hard way. There was a group of us. When we were all together we were stronger than steel and that was enough.” Emily smiled as they both wiped down Mr. Mabry’s chest and stomach area. “That sounds nice. Are the other people in the group going to come and visit?” “They’re all dead.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. That was silly of me to say.” “What can you do? It happens to us all. There’s no fighting it. They were all infected except me.”

I still nodded to him even thou I can see on his reaction that he is not totally believing me. "Deku's mother told us," I immediately faced him when his voice became more serious. "About what?" "Deku has a serious illness. But The doctor told us— Deku died on heart attack." I slightly froze for a bit when I heard him. I give him my very curious look as if I was questioning him nor checking him.