Romans & histoires I Died And There Was Nothing

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

“The one I’ve been waiting for. Your strength will be mine...” “Screw you,” I spat, through gritted teeth. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. My heart raced faster, the sound deafening in my ears. I don’t want to die. No, I don’t want to die. The pain intensified, and my vision began to fade. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. And then... nothing. My heart stopped. Darkness consumed me as I drew my last breath.

I tilted my head back and finished the rest of the porridge in one gulp as if I were struggling, then got up to put the dishes away while moving stiffly towards the kitchen. Hearing again the subject of my death being talked about as gossip, there was no longer much of a rise and fall in my heart, just as I didn't feel much of an air surrounding me even though I was aware of it - it was as if my death had ceased to have an existence for me. The house had been emptied, my job wasn't steady, which meant that once I didn't answer the phone or open my home to welcome guests, it was as if I had disappeared: no one in the city would be able to reach me. As for savings... I do have a bank account t

Some days I do not exist. My bed becomes a casket. -Juansen Dizon. |I R I S| Years. It feels like years have passed when it is hardly have been days. I want to turn my head and lool at what I left behind than I remember that I left nothing, I was forced to move or I would have get killed. The man I was handing my everything to was digging my grave, looking for an opportunity to dig the sharp pointed end of knife in my body.

I chanted under my breath with every step. I had been praying to whatever god might listen that it wasn’t true. If what my old man hinted at on the phone was true… if Malcolm was truly gone… then everything we’d done was for fucking nothing. All of it. Because a dead man couldn't talk. A dead man couldn't tell you who he’s working for, or who had paid him to burn everything to the ground.

I don't even care any more if I live or die. That's when the stench hits and the iron changes. And I meet Didi's wolf.

" Liam was on edge, his mind about to break. He stood in the empty room, yelling again and again for it to come back. The system could not take it anymore and just crashed. [Beep beep! Memory wipe of character 'Liam' in progress... Error!] [Alert! Alert! Error!]

Heidi said, "Natasha, share the bed with me. Jack just finished a shift. He needs rest." "Um, why don't we let Jack go home to sleep? We only need his signature for tomorrow anyway." My parents had passed away long ago, so the signature for the surgery would need to be done by my boyfriend. But in my past life, Jack hadn't been at the hospital, and Heidi had signed the papers for me. I was surprised after learning that since I had never expected the hospital to overlook it.

It shocked my mother so badly that she flung the phone away. She bit down on her lip before she finally asked, “Is this another one of Yelena’s tricks? How could she possibly be dead?!” Her voice grew louder. Even though she said that she did not believe that I was dead, her quivering voice betrayed her real thoughts. I approached her silently and wanted to reach out, but it was useless. ‘Mom, I died, just like you wanted. Can’t you be happier?’ I thought. After she hung up, my mother stood for a long time. In fact, she stood for so long that my father’s phone started ringing.

I used up the last bit of my strength, and my phone slipped from my hand. It felt like I heard someone calling for a doctor. My soul drifted away. I could not let go of this world or the people I cared about, so I returned to the house we once lived in. Before me, everything happening outside played out like a scene. I saw Shirley, completely devastated, unable to stop crying after hearing the news of my death. I saw Felix holding his phone, saying this was just another one of my tricks.