My Death Flags Novels & Stories

A swirl of dark energy dissipated into nothingness. Melody stared in terror, her eyes locked on the shattered remnants of the statue. "No! Don't!" she screamed, her face twisted with rage. She looked at me as if she wanted to tear me apart with her bare hands. Just as she lunged toward me, the stage curtains were drawn open. The audience below had witnessed everything. Reporters whipped out their phones, snapping photos. Thomas and Evelyn sat in stunned disbelief, staring at Melody. The truth was clear now; they had been wrong from the start.

DEATH; DEATH IS an enchantress. Whether you’re young or old; rich or poor; there will come a day when be ensnared by it and succumb to the grave, eventually. The love could’ve been looming over your cotton-soft heart since your birth, or an acquired intimacy for it one day while sat in the wool; for as long as one had as ever trod shoe-leather.

Once we were safely ashore and settled on the sofa of our hotel, we watched the news. The headline was enough to make both of us frown uneasily. [Dutton Family’s Birthday Bash Turns Tragic: Mother and Daughter-in-Law Fall into the Sea and Pronounced Missing] Valerie’s pale face dominated the screen, her eyes swollen and red from crying. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t push them! They fell on their own!” Valerie was taken away by the police as Rourke looked on with a serious expression on his face. Julius however, looked especially haggard.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

My younger brother bullied me at school until my liver ruptured. When I was carried into the nurse's office, I begged my mother to save me. She was the school nurse. But instead of looking at me, she rushed to my brother because he had a scrape on his wrist. "Mom, please. I'm dying." She slapped me across the face. "If you're so desperate to die, then die already! How did I end up with a heartless animal like you? What if your brother scars?" So I did exactly what she told me to do. I died. By the next night, my mother had lost her mind.

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.

Emily's voice grew louder. Death grabbed Emily's wrist and he pulled her close to him. He placed her head on his chest. "Do what you did earlier. Cry on my chest," Emily thought of pushing Death away but, she tears just fell down from her eyes once again. Her soul shivers. She did not say a single word, she jus sobs loudly. Emily cried a lot of tears, soaking Death's cloak. The tears went through the black fabric. Death touched Emily's hair. He puts his chin on the top of her head.

My hands curl into fists by my side, but I don’t pull away from him either. The flag girl steps forward in her short shorts and red heels, twirling the flag between her fingers. She raises her arm high. The engines grow louder, each bike growling like a caged beast ready to be unleashed. I can feel the vibration in the ground beneath my boots. The crowd’s shouting mixes with the engines, it’s all heat, sound, and smoke. “Three!” the flag girl calls, waving her hand. “Two!” I glance at Draven one last time. His eyes meet mine for a fraction of a second, burning with something that feels too close to pain.

Amid the flowers, a uniformed Detective Sosa’s photograph was displayed on each side of the frame as a memorial for the crowds on both sides of the street to see. There was some lag between the body of the deceased passing and the row of officers in full dress uniform bearing the various flags under which they operated. The familiar stars and stripes of the country’s flag, the state’s flag, and the various other flags that represented the affiliated organizations with governing authority over the police and with which she was unfamiliar.