Long Story Short I Survived Novels & Stories

I say quietly, needing to talk about anything normal to extend this moment out before the guilt crashes back in full force. He lets out a low chuckle that vibrates right through my ribs. “Dumb college move. I was twenty one and thought I was hot shit, king of the mountain.” He sighs “Caught an edge, and slammed straight into a tree. I broke my collarbone, a couple ribs, spent forever in a sling looking like an idiot.” His hand comes up and covers mine, guiding my fingertip along the whole length of it. “Little Jane was always curious about the scar, until I told her how I got it.” His voice goes all fond and faraway, and I feel that pebble drop in my stomach again.

I was twenty-six years old back then, and I'd say that life was free of so many problems, albeit it was a few months to mother's passing. I couldn't remember the most of it, but one thing I was never going to cease to remember was that I survived. I almost burnt down the whole apartment building. When I narrated it to my then friends, they were like oh, they were just fucking pancakes. It wasn't that easy!

They both turned and looked at themselves before she took a space on the sofa opposite the bed, while Adrian sat back down, now the two of them were staring at me at the same time. I breathed a long sigh.....I was still glimmered. I had to let them know who I am, my stories are one of the saddest moments in my life. I have not been really happy in my entire life since I got consciousness at my tender age, it has always been from bad to worst. Adrian just saved my life some days ago and just really have to tell them who I am. * flashback*

They were completely out of words on how to explain the miracle that happened to me upon waking up from my coma. Upon waking up from coma, I was the talk of the town in the hospital. Everyone knew my story and I was called the Miracle Surfer due to the freakish accident and how I managed to stay be awakened from a severe injury and managed to be alive after being announced ten minutes dead. I had no idea how it happened but news was spreading fast and a lot of news reporters were outside the hospital who weren’t allowed to enter since the media were banned by my father to enter.

I will survive. And somewhere deep inside, I knew danger was close

I still stiffen at his harsh warning, his threat but the hurt leaves me. He is right, I am just a beggar. We don't get heroes like Zero. “I understand!” I whisper enough for him to hear and leave his room. I'm not weak, I'm not strong either, I'm a survivor. I’ve lived through hunger for years until my body didn't crave a meal for two days. I've became resilient to embarrassment when I was left naked for weeks until a lady gave me her clothes from her packet with the tags on, only to see me a few days later and charge me for stealing.

His body shifts back in the chair, as though distance might steady him. “It turns out you didn’t save my life,” I tell him, voice light, almost teasing. “You just bought me a little more time.” His breathing falters. The color drains from his face. “I… I don’t understand.” I lean back, folding my arms. “I was knocked around with a bat, stabbed, and had my house lit on fire. In a very stupid attempt at survival, I thought drowning myself in a bathtub was a genius move. Spoiler: it wasn’t. I nearly succeeded. All that trauma left me broken.”

The pain was overwhelming, my blood was everywhere, and I was certain I was heading to hell. In the midst of my agony, I saw a man and a woman discussing something I couldn’t recall. The only thing that mattered was that I was somehow still alive—though not quite kicking. The doctors were astounded that I survived and that my recovery was progressing so rapidly. They described it as nothing short of a miracle. I initially feared I might never walk again, but miracles did happen. The doctors couldn’t believe how quickly I was healing. I had no close relatives, and I had no intention of sharing my fortune with anyone who thought I was as good as dead.

were on our way to pick up my in-laws when the accident happened. A truck driver lost control and drove into our vehicle. Anyway, I lost my parents, my wife, and our unborn baby that day, and I miraculously survived. For a very long time, I hated the fact that I did. My healing process took longer than expected, and the doctors said that it was because I had given up the will to fight. I had been to God knows how many therapists and eventually a nurse had told me about the support group, and I decided to try it out, and it was the best decision ever. I also decided not to rush into work and instead chose to focus on healing emotionally and mentally and to enjoy the simpler and more importan

Jessica often heard people say, that surviving a great disaster brings great fortune. After going through numerous hardships this time, escaping the plane crash in the desert, being stranded for two days in the desert, nearly being killed in the castle, almost blown to pieces on the sea, with several near-death experiences, and the virus, they were all unharmed so far. Could things be smooth sailing from now on? She hoped so.