Squidward's Suicide Novels & Stories

“The theoretical possibility of autologous blood recovery and reperfusion following an extremely prolonged cardiac arrest.” There was also a line of text written with such fierce force that the pen had nearly ripped through the paper: “I can definitely bring her back to life. She wasn’t supposed to die.” The forensic pathologists and the police concluded that it was a paranoid suicide committed under extreme psychological stress. Hudson had turned himself into his very last experimental subject.

Subconsciously, I made one step backward. “Who are you?” squid man asked while threatening the researcher with his gun. “Who the f*ck are you?!” His finger went closer to the trigger, any soon, he’ll shoot us. This is insane! Just who is this person who neither seem like a foe or an ally? “Is he with you?!” squid asked to me. “NO!” I declined. “I CAME ALONE!” “Then who are this sh*t?!” “Bro, easy,” the researcher said.

I never thought we would have to kill. One more powerful flex of our jaw and his windpipe was crushed. He jerked and then fell. Sapphire jumped from his back before he hit the ground, dead. Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck she dragged him the last few feet to the open hatch and pushed him in. As she closed the hatch door and moved the large rock on stop of the door, I had the sense it was not needed. They were both dead.

I wished in self-assurance and he burst out laughing. “You think it’s funny, well, let’s see about that. If you like to go and die today just to scare me, you will be shocked by what will happen to you,” I added with a firm trust in my words, but what was I going to do if truly Sidd dies and his ghost appears to me? I will simply commit suicide. “Enough of your stupidity already, let’s go, I will drop you off,” he offered. “No, I will take a cab.”

But, he seems okay. "What the fuck sunk in deep in your pea brain, Mr. Einar, to make you go deep into a suicide dive, huh? Did some seawater has entered your crazy mind that made you do it? What if you could have drowned down there? Or, a shark has eaten you? What if---" I blurted out while I madly handed him his lifejacket, and he cut me off.

Michael stared at William. He wasn't joking and he looked at Michael seriously. Michael said in a hoarse voice, "Can you really help me?" "Of course! It's very simple if you want to die!" William looked at him indifferently. "How can you die if you jump into the sea with other people watching? You should choose a location with no one around and I can even recommend a few ways to commit suicide. The first way is to cut your wrist. All you need to do is to get up and break the IV drip bottle and use the sharp fragments to cut your wrist. Everything will be solved by then. Do you want to try?"

Before he had finished his words. He cut his own throat with the long sword, and blood spurted out. In front of nearly ten thousand disciples of the sect, Liu Junqing committed suicide by cutting his throat. The entire world was completely silent. It seemed that the young man's final wild laughter lingered around them. Suddenly, another disciple rushed out of the crowd.

"But life support is at 15%. Without the main thrusters, we have about four hours of oxygen left before we suffocate." Jack groaned from the floor, rubbing his neck. Beside him, Dr. Braun was still out cold, strapped securely to a jump seat. "So, we survive the giant squid just to choke to death in a tin can?" Jack asked. "I need a better agent." "We aren't dying today," Sebastian unzipped his pressure suit and walked toward the rear storage locker. "There is a massive energy signature coming from that central spire. If this city runs on the same frequency as the Syndicate tech, we can use it to jump-start our thrusters."

A single tear rolling down his cheek before he collapsed back onto the bed, lifeless. "No,no,no,no." The news anchor’s voice filled the silence. “Zared Williams, known for his innovative contributions to technology and his efforts towards hi company, was pronounced dead at 10:47 p.m. Doctors have confirmed that his death was caused by the disconnection of critical life-support machines. Despite being close to a full recovery, it appears Mr. Williams made the decision to end his life. What the doctors are calling an apparent suicide."

Oops wait, can Arthur dance? This brought visions of Arthur wearing a hard hat, coattail and dancing with a black umbrella like Charlie Chaplin in her head. The image suddenly morphed into a green and scowling Mr. Squidward dancing energetically in a tophat and holding an umbrella. With that picture playing in her mind, Victory is trying very hard to control her mirth. Don't laugh, Victory! She warned herself sternly and quickly chased those thoughts away. Arthur would think of you as a lunatic, suddenly cackling out of the blue.