Sometimes People Die Novels & Stories

“Many have died before, and many will die again, people die... It happens,” “But they are not dying of natural causes, they are being murdered for a sport and that's unfair to them, they should get to live and grow old and die peacefully, not be hunted down and assassinated by someone— or something they don't stand a chance fighting, Maybe she is tired of getting her hands bloody.”

The person that is not scared of death doesn't exist. Every human being is scared of death in their own way. Death is such a scary and mysterious concept that it sometimes creeps me out. What happens to us after we die? This is a question that will never get an answer anytime soon. They say dying for the people you love makes you not fear death, but seeing your loved ones die is a different kind of feeling. It's like a part of your soul was cut off and you are never going to be the same.

Cassian inquired. "No," Darren replied. "But…" "But what?" Cassian asked quickly. "Well, before that young man died, he was also dancing. According to his mother, it was the same kind of dance Tate did before he died." "Oh?" Cassian's eyes glinted thoughtfully. Darren continued, "Those people who died for no apparent reason all seemed to have danced before their deaths. It's very strange." "It really is strange," Cassian echoed. He'd never heard of anyone dancing right before they died.

She lived from the heart, lived with every fiberShe hadn’t always done it, though. After her favorite people had done it, Helen too had given up life, as if it were a low-paid job. Death is a funny thing. When someone dies, the sun rises the next morning, as if nothing has happened, and punctually it sets again at night. Even though someone is dead, the train platforms are just as busy as before. Someone has died, and the people simply go on with their daily lives. They meet up with loved ones in the evening, and continue to complain about the coffee that burns their lips, the boss who won't give them a break, the partner who almost suffocates them with love.

A giant glowing billboard could work, or maybe an angel standing beside the road when death is near holding a clipboard as some kind of warning. At least someone needs to inform people they’ve officially kicked the bucket, or warn them. Unfortunately that dosen’t really exist and I didn’t get any of that because apparently death has terrible customer service. And honestly, for something every living creature experiences eventually, you’d think the process would be better organized but I guess like they say, death waits for no man. Or woman. And when my sweet Chevy ran headfirst into a truck I hadn’t even seen coming down the highway, I knew immediately my expiration date had finally arrived.

she said slowly as she watched the driver switch off the light of the car as they approached a well-litted lane. "How did she die?" The driver asked. "Cancer!" Sharon responded. Her voice was low. She didn't want to shout. The driver didn't want to shout either. "People die every day, Madam. We should be grateful for the life we have now because it can be taken away from us at any period of time. It can be taken from us the moment we close our eyes or the moment we try to look away from something that is quite clear to us." "I agree with you on that too," Sharon nodded. "There are so many ungrateful people in this world who don't see the beautiful thing they have."

"Come back here again, be like me for however long you can stand it, or..." "Or..." "Oblivion, forever." "How is that fair!" "It isn't, very." "And you do this... willingly?" "I want to. More importantly, I have to." She stared at me. "You want to help people die? That sounds... I'm sorry, I don't want to sound insensitive, but isn't that... morbid?" "People die whether I'm there or not. For some of them it's a blessing. For some it's just another step on the road. But... for some it is really, really savage and brutal and... and... horrible. Don't you think that... just sometimes, just having a..."

Life is not always what we want it to be; everyone who is born has to die once. This is the reality of anyone who is born; it can be me or, in my case, my whole family. Death is an inevitable part of the human experience, and it reminds us to cherish the time we have with our loved ones. While losing my entire family was difficult to bear, it also taught me the importance of appreciating the moments we share together. It made me realize that life is fragile and unpredictable, and we should make the most of every opportunity to create lasting memories with our loved ones.

Hence, many eccentrics came forth to challenge the virus. Unfortunately, these arrogant people all fell to the three glasses of Bloody Mary after the night. "I've never seen this guy before. He looks very unfamiliar! I guess he's a junior who stood out on impulse!" “That’s most likely the case. But sadly, he is absolutely dead tonight. Relying on his own hot blood to stand out, he is simply looking to die!” "That's right. Many extraordinary people have died to these three cups of Bloody Mary, let alone a nobody like him!"

he said and something hit me. It’s not going to be forever it’s going to be until I die. Wolves are semi-immortal and they live way longer than humans. They don’t die of natural causes like illness or old age, they can only die when someone else kills them unlike humans and this made me wonder for a slight second how long will I be with him until I’m gone. I shook my head immediately, this is not the right time to think of such things. I smiled at him again and asked.