Sometimes People Die Novels & Stories

They were filled with tears. "They get to Grandma and Grandpa," he said, his voice shaking. "They find them and start the extraction. But—" "But what?" I asked, dreading the answer. "The possibility of everyone surviving is 0.1 percent," Riley whispered. "In almost every future I can see, someone dies. Sometimes it's Grandma or Grandpa because they're too injured to move quickly. Sometimes it's Dad because he stays behind to cover their escape. Sometimes it's Uncle Zade because he takes a hit meant for someone else. But in ninety-nine point nine percent of possible futures, at least one person doesn't come home."

“They say overdose.” “No way. Aaron? He didn’t look like the type,” the other replied. “You never know,” the guy stated. “They don’t always look at it. Last year, my aunt Petunia also died of overdose and she looked as straight as an arrow.” “That’s so fucked!” Their voices blended with the others around me. Everyone had a theory. Substance abuse. Suicide. Conspiracy. The usual gossip that thrives when someone young dies. But all I could do was stare.

Alexander asked. I felt my breath catch in my throat. "Everyone dies eventually, sweetie. That's part of how life works. But most people live for a long, long time before that happens, especially when they're healthy and taking good care of themselves." "Grandma is only sixty-four," Ethan said. "People don't usually die when they're sixty-four, do they, Mom?" "Most of the time, no," I said carefully, aware that I was walking through a conversational minefield. "Because at that age, our bodies are usually still healthy and strong. But sometimes there are accidents, or people get very sick with illnesses that doctors can't fix."

This time, I leaned toward Adam, suddenly interested in whatever he had to say. “What has? I’m sorry, I might as well have been living under a book.” “You definitely have,” Adam said as his voice took on a more serious note. “Twelve people were killed just several weeks ago.” “What?” I gasped. “It might be more. Every week, old corpses are found, and there are still family members missing.” “What happened to them?”

Today something interesting happened. I died. How awful, they’ll say. How tragic. And she was so young, with everything ahead of her. There will be an article in the paper about how I burned too bright and died too young. My funeral will be small…a few weeping friends, some sniffling neighbors and acquaintances. How they’ll clamor to comfort my poor husband, Gray. They’ll promise to be there for our daughter as she grows up without me. So sad, they’ll say to each other. What was she thinking?

I say placing the half bottle of water and the sword on the table and jogging to catch up with her. "What did you mean by a sudden death? Do people just die here?" I had to prepare myself just in case. "No dumbo! We have had some cases in the past where our people got killed, turns out some thieves broke in and killed them to get away. Many more craziest accidents happen here sweetheart, I would suggest to be careful with your neck from now on." Mowry explained to me, I was shocked and really wished we could get there and find out what happened. Gosh am I supposed to walk fully armed from now on?. We went to the announcement grounds, where we always meet for some announcements. People were a

Never Again 🌷 “It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and re-adjust the way you thought of things.”

“You know what, just forget it. It doesn’t matter.” I turned to grab my breakfast when Sterling spoke. “Have I seen Arielle, Sarah, or Denver?” I flinched at the sound of their names, feeling them Ping-Pong around in my hollow chest. “Yeah.” “I’m sorry, but I haven’t. When a person dies in a violent manner their spirit is often confused. It could be quite some time before I hear from them, and that’s only if they don’t move on first.” I bobbed my head up and down, suddenly desperate for this conversation to end. “Right. Yeah. Thanks. I was only wondering. I appreciate it. Um, thanks again.”

I will never forget this and will be forever grateful to all of these people. It is a weird thing having money to spend at the end when you're dying. It's not a time you go out and buy material things that you usually would, like a new dress. It makes you think how silly it is that we think it is worth spending so much money on new clothes and 'things' in our lives.

she cried. "When do you think people die? When shot in the heart? No. When an incurable illness ravages them? No. It's when... they're forgotten... so live on. That way... I'm always remembered." Dr. Smith smiled peacefully, "And that... is enough for me." Saki cried silently. Confusion, agony, pain, misery... Despair. "Well done. Burn Hope Hospital now." Dr. Black said.