Sometimes People Die Novels & Stories

The silence after that stretched so long, I thought she stopped breathing. "That's not possible," She finally whispered. "She died. Mrs. Veriland told me she died." "I'm telling you what the records say," I said gently. "Or don't say." "Every death in this pack gets registered somewhere," she said, more to herself than to me, her hands twisting in her lap. "Even a scholarship student with no family. Even someone nobody cared about. There's always a certificate. Always." "Unless someone made sure there wasn't one," I said.

We always find ourselves dwelling too much on the what-ifs and the thoughts of what could go wrong if we decide to follow our hearts. We also want to follow the trend in society and do the things that will make us belong. But what if, all of these hopes and dreams come crashing down in one moment? The moment when people get their medical report and Realize that they were going to die... Soon. Some people even begin to question life. Do some people begin to question their purpose in life while some begin to dwell on the Why I's? But despite this, the reality was right in front of them. Hitting them hard.

“They’ve all moved on, mostly to one of the big cities. If you meet one of them, I’m sure they’ll be happy to talk to you.” “Is this a game?” “No. I assure you this is not a game.” “Can we die?” “Yes.” “If we die, can we come back to life?” Grayson pulled a face. “Well, there are healers who can treat severe injuries, but once you’re dead, you’re dead, as far as I know.” “Are you sure this isn’t a game?” “I’m very sure.” “Does magic exist here?” “Yes.” This sent a buzz around the room as people got excited. “But it’s very rare, and people who can actually put it to good use are even rarer. Most blow off their own hands the first time they try it.”

Hopefully, he’d stay dead this time. We pulled up near Emma’s house. There were a ton of people streaming in, some from the cemetery, others who were just dropping by to give their condolences. People like to drop off food when someone dies, I’ve noticed. Even if they don’t know you or the person who died, death deserves a casserole.

Nat jokes. "B-but still. Five people just died. In my casino. On its first fucking day too." "I guess when you watch the ones closest to you die a few strangers doesn't resonate like it used to." Liam admits.

Despite our differences, we are all made similar by one thing — mortality. But then, even death allows for dissimilarities. We all die in different ways. Some are killed by a lover, others by sickness/illness, and many are killed in fatal accidents. And luckily for some, they get taken away by natural causes, such as old age. But this is not for those people. This is for those who have been wrongfully and forcefully snatched away from their loved ones before they got the chance to say 'goodbye'. [ JACQUELINE ]

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

Why would such a domineering and arrogant woman like Rhea Moore die in an explosion on a random afternoon? Moreover, it was caused by an explosion during an experiment. She would never make such a rookie mistake. "I know you have your doubts, and I'm quite surprised myself. However, things do happen sometimes," the man said casually. "People die every day in this world, and they die of all sorts of death. Look at the virus. How many people have died from it? Today, it's Rhea. Tomorrow, it may be you. Then, it may be my turn the day after. Anyone can die anytime, so why can't it happen to Rhea?"

Life is sometimes so unfair but objectively correct. There are no pains that cannot be healed, no bonds that cannot be joined, people that do not come back—the concept of life and death. Widely known as the eminent pain after a person, who is deliberately said to set out on a better journey. Maybe not. Since no one has yet discovered what occurs after death, there are only scientific and religious theories to go by.