I Never Fear Death Or Dying Novels & Stories

I can't accept that I died young and just months away from my eighteenth debut. I'm not scared of dying because I know all people will return to nature. Death is part of nature as is Life. But what I can't accept and what I fear is that I won't even be able to repay my parents and friends well. I'm scared of not paying them back for all their good deeds, I'm scared of not fulfilling my dreams, and being a burden because of all the things they have to prepare after my death. And if ever, I want to say goodbye for the last time.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

Tabitha instinctively tried to pull her hand back but met the complexity in his eyes. In that instant, she was reminded of her own past—before death, who could truly be without fear? It wasn't the fear of death itself but the dread of never seeing the most important people in one's life again. She ceased her struggle, her tone softening. "Don't be afraid. I'm here. You won't die." Listening to these words, a warm surge filled Derek's heart. He flipped his palm, interlacing his fingers tightly with Tabitha's, and gazed intensely at her. "I'm afraid that if I die, I'll never see the person I love again."

" Irfan was happy when she said that he knew she trusted him hundred percent and he won't let her down. Are you scared?" "Why would I be, when you are here, I have been in this situation before, I was scared cause I was alone, so tell me what ways I would be scared again?" "Are you afraid to die?" Irfan asked. "I don't fear death, cause I know we would all die, I just fear the state I would die in, will my lord be pleased with me? Like I don't understand what is going on in our lives, is this how things would be, we would be happy this minute and boom! the next thing, we are in a state of quandary, I have read and seen these only in movies, never in a million years would I have imagined tha

(5). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 5: Alive... . *Lyla* Seven... Eight ... Nine... Lyla drops her head on her hand as she count the students trooping out of the class. She was bored and no better way to cure your boredom than to count each and every one of your classmates. She groaned finally giving up resting against her seat as she stared out of the window looking ahead at the empty courtyard.

We were all eager to meet death. Why did we have to fear? They would still feed on our fear, we were already the walking dead then why did we have to fear death. The words of psalm rang in my mind “Though I walk through the valley and shadow of death, I shall fear no evil” live with wolves for a long time and you will learn how to howl. The elder woman was in front of me, carrying a pestle, I watched as a bullet pierced through her heart, she fell slowly in pain. I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound.

I can't be who or where I want, cause I'm me. I give up. I'm never gonna beat Stella. My biggest fear would come true. Dying in the shadows as a nobody in the Duran family history. I'd just be, 'The girl who never made it. '

My whole body trembled violently as I clutched my head, screaming, "I don’t want this! I don’t want to die! I don’t—!" If I had never known warmth, I wouldn’t have feared death so much.

"Is that what happened to you? Those scars. They just stick you in a whole and pray you to come out on the other side?" "No," he says walking around the table. "I just lay on the ground where I am. I'm already dying there's no need to dig a hole. Let me die in peace. " "It's terrifying how calm you are about death. Aren't you scared even a little? " "Fear is death to us. You allow it it will cripple you in battle. You feed it, it will grow. The best thing to do with it is accept it and face it. "

If I was going to die today, I wanted to tell my family that I loved them, irrespective of what they did to me. He kept going, in and out, his piercing hitting the same spot with heavy thumps, I could swear I had an injury there, a burning sensation filled me up, he was too big, I couldn’t adjust to him, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see properly, fear filled me up, I was going to die, I was going to die here, I can’t breathe. 𝙄 𝘾𝘼𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀!!!