Leaving This World Isn't As Scary As It Sounds Novels & Stories

“Only if you tell me something else about you, something equal to what you want to know from me.” “No judgement?” He leans back in his chair. “Never.” So do I. “And I won’t make any comments either.” “Deal.” “Deal.” “My dad has stage 4 cancer. And I’m so scared whenever my mom phones me that it’s the call. That he’s gone.” He looks at me almost expecting me to judge him. Waiting from me to say something. “If you you’re scared of picking up the phone, you can give it to me and I’ll do it. I’ve never been weary of bad news.”

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

He said in a serious voice while patting my head "even if the whole world is against you; stand up, move forward, and prove them wrong." I was bought back to reality when the elevator doors dinged and opened, shaking off the memory with distaste. Come on Mid you need to stop thinking about him, you need to move on as he had with you. Stepping out of the elevator to see dark hallways, I pulled out my phone turning on the torch to have some light. Following the path till I have reached a big room with an altar at its farthest side, The whole experience was giving me the creeps like in one of those horror movies where the main character goes to an abandoned building and like there would be a mo

Fane suddenly remembered what Elder Maurice had said to him back then. He had said that the Whirling World might not have any beasts, but that did not mean that the place was safe. In this world, the most terrifying thing was the human heart. The Whirling World truly revealed how despicable the human heart could be. It was actually quite a joke. Even though without any beasts around, more warriors actually ended up dying.

'I take back everything I said about you, and you're not scary; you're insane! Before we reached the ground, Walter spread his wings to slow us down and landed gently. After we landed, I could feel my soul slipping away from the terror I had just experienced.

Like in stupid movies, I need to hear someone tell me that I am about to die to get used to the idea. “For now, I really don’t want to tell you more. It is for the best if I leave you locked away, but I fear you might lose your mind if you remain alone, with nothing but that venomous voice in your mind. I have seen many cases of the leech attacks and I have witnessed first-hand what those creatures do to their hosts. It’s not a pretty view.”

I can't seem to even move an inch, not even able to blink. “No...” I mumbled, my mind in chaos and my heart beating so fast. I suddenly think of mom, Dad, and even Grandmom! I thought how it was pity that I'm unable to go home and tells them I made it. That the world was not that bad like they thought it was! The world can be a place of good-hearted men, filling the world and lighten it with their embrace and softiness. That...one can able to travel in the darkness and made it until here. And that everything can be solve without fearing the uncertain...

“You brought me into it.” “And I’ll be the only one who can get you out.” We looked at each other. There was so much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to scream. But I didn’t know where to start. So instead, I looked out the window at the city we were leaving behind. Streetlights danced across the glass. The sirens grew louder. And then I realized something. I wasn’t scared. I should’ve been. I should’ve been shaking, crying, screaming. But what I felt instead was…

"Not yet. But I think so." He considered this. "Is he scared?" I thought about a man on a pavement for fifty-three minutes. A man in a parking garage with the engine off. A man at a window being slowly undone by the arithmetic of everything he had not known and had not done and could not take back. "Yes," I said. "I think he is." Leo nodded, slowly, with the gravity of a child who has decided to take a difficult piece of information seriously. "It's okay to be scared," he said. "You just have to do the thing anyway."

“But the magic lines shifted earlier. Like the city took a breath.” “That’s how it felt,” I say quietly. “Like the world is leaning.” He frowns. “Leaning toward what?” “I don’t know yet.” He reaches out then, just briefly, and squeezes my hand. “You’re not alone in this.” “I know,” I say again. And I mean it. But fear still curls tight in my stomach. After he leaves, I sit on the edge of the bed and close my eyes. “What is happening,” I ask my wolf.