Soundtrack Exit Wounds Novels & Stories

I said, "You two are a great match. I wish you both the best." Lily was caught off guard by my calm reaction. While she went to get me some water, I casually flipped open the notebook on the table. Then, my eyes went wide. The lines scribbled on the page were from a famous poem. They were also the lyrics of my representative work, "Simple Joys", from my past life. Beside the verse, a huge red "Die" was scrawled. It had been written with such hatred and so forcefully that it had torn the paper.

The two of them chatted and laughed, completely leaving me out of the moment. Frederick offered to take pictures of me using my own phone. Just as he pressed the shutter button, a notification about my plane ticket suddenly popped up on the screen. The moment he saw it, his expression darkened. He pointed at the notification on my phone and demanded, "Ellie, what's this plane ticket about? Are you leaving the country?" "It's just a short trip to clear my head. It's nothing serious," I said. Frederick looked doubtful, and just as he was about to press further, Beatrice's sharp scream cut him off.

I was caught in the crush of bodies, shoved back and forth like a ragdoll. Each jolt sent a fresh wave of pain through my side. Twice I thought the stitches might’ve torn open again. But when I finally made it outside, I checked. No blood. Thank gosh. Also no sign of Silas or Amy. They were gone already. My phone buzzed. An anonymous number. “Told you—you can’t compete with me. If it were you and me at gunpoint, who do you think he’d save?” Then another message came through: “I think you already know the answer. If I were you, I’d have disappeared by now.”

Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

My left hand became heavy, and I could feel the weight pulling me down. Letting out a great guttural cry, I hit the huge boulder that was blocking our exit, and it flew away. The tunnel shakes due to the impact of the blow, followed by loud footsteps. Without being told, I knew the sound had attracted attention. I grabbed Reed, yanked him closer to myself, and leapt out of the tunnel.

The spirit burned as it travelled down his throat and he winced at the discomfort. A knock on his door boomed around his apartment causing him to wince again as the sound ricocheted in his head. Tan groaned as he forced himself to stand up. He dragged himself to open the door. He could barely make out Leo's frown as scanned his shabby appearance and the room behind him. His eyes stuck on the floor of Tan's living room. "You look like crap." Leo stated

"Tabitha, the exit procedure is ready. Confirm departure?" "Confirm." The moment she replied, a blinding white light appeared before her, forming a corridor. A sudden gust of wind whipped through the area, shaking the banyan tree and scattering its leaves into the air. Without hesitation, she stepped forward. Farewell, Kieran and David.

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

"He is a Millenium Dreams band member." My mouth split open as I realized what had happened. That's why I believe almost everyone here knows him. Millenium Dreams were introduced to me by Sancha; I listened to them once on her cellphone because she has a copy of their song's audio. I was immediately captivated by how beautiful their voices are and how well they harmonize. But that's all there is to it! I was never interested in getting to know them one by one because I was content just hearing them sing. Sancha also mentioned that they were just getting started, so how come so many people knew him?

I have gone strong with every life I took and the terror I bring. I was in front of him now and as I went closer he could see that my face is drenched in blood. Tears of crimson are flowing out of my eyes, the gaping wound in my left wrist rotting while blood and pus are coming out of it. It was me he was seeing, the real me.