Man Dying Novels & Stories

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

" It makes sense for the door to close. I was mistaken in thinking it was so Jade, Finn, and Harley could fight without being noticed. It was to allow us space to mourn. Because he's come to inform us that Dan has died. I see a gleeful Dan lying motionless in a too-bright operating room, his complexion whitish-blue, his chest sliced open, and bloody instruments on a bloody metal tray. Dead. I sway. Jade hasn't moved until I'm sitting on his lap in a chair, his palm cupping the back of my head and his kisses on my brow. "I have you, angel." Finn is standing near the wall where the poster used to hang, but he isn't looking at me. Harley had his whole attention and then some.

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave. At last, it was over.

"They contacted the emergency number our investigation team had recorded before we withdrew surveillance. That man... Charlie Vane... suffered complete organ failure caused by severe hypothermia. He was officially pronounced dead at exactly one o'clock this morning." Elena's fingers, resting lightly on the tablet screen, froze instantly. Her heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, leaving behind an emptiness that spread through her chest without warning. The man was truly gone. The ruthless ruler of Capital, the husband who had ignored her tears, and the worn-out man who had knelt beneath the rain at the docks of City-B had now become nothing more than a single name on an unidentified immigrant's d

"Not the version for the court. The one you would tell me if it were just us." It is just us. It is always just us when the door closes. The truth is that I died. I bled out on the ballroom floor of my own home three years into a marriage I believed was love, and the man who put the blade in me was the one I was about to name this morning. The truth is that something in the darkness heard me asking and sent me back, and I woke up in this bedroom with every memory intact and forty minutes before the ceremony. I cannot tell him that.

"Why didn't you take care of their last affairs when they passed back then?" She was stunned. "What did you just say?" "They're dead. Both of them." He waved at her dismissively as he continued blandly, "After what happened to his son, Chance passed away on the spot. His wife didn't last more than a few days afterward. "Everyone in the neighborhood helped with the funerals. Their ashes are still stored in the crematorium, uncollected." I watched as Yuna abruptly clenched her fingers around her phone. Her knuckles were stark white.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

Time passed, and Nathan received a message from my phone. During the accident, my phone flew out of my hand, and the screen broke. I figured the police had gotten someone to fix my phone and contact my family right away. [Is this Moon Clinton’s brother? I’m very sorry to inform you that Moon died in a car accident. Please come to the police station to identify the body.] Nathan slowly opened his eyes. He became visibly disgusted just from looking at the message. He seemed upset as he replied. [Moon, I don’t have time for your games. If you can come home, do it. Don’t expect me to pick you up!]

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

A heart monitor beeped with an irregular rhythm in the background, signaling that his body was rapidly shutting down. “He is fading fast, Prez.” Doc warned as he stepped back to give me room. "His lung is collapsing. You have maybe two minutes before he drowns in his own blood." I didn't care. I marched up to the table and leaned over the dying man, placing my hands on the cold metal on either side of his head. His eyelids fluttered open. They were wide, bloodshot, and consumed by the primal terror of a man staring directly into the abyss.