Suicide Shop Novels & Stories

Not again. Jodie walked inside an open shop, which was an open shed. The rancidity of piss and general below standard tobacco was strong, disgruntled meows confirming this the perfect place. No humans. Street animals slept here. No witnesses. She watched his contour, waiting for him to examine the block, a big furnishing shop straight ahead was a dead end. He could climb, but she'd follow. One story shops had low roofs.

He reached out, grabbed me and pulled me up by the arm with a languid move, "It is almost evening and you my dear have got to be the most terrible liar I have seen." I clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth as he led me next to the window where a table and two chairs were placed. He told me to sit there and disappeared for a while. Puppy Orian came to my feet whining and pulling at my skirts but I withdrew my attention which I didn't do for the long cause once she gave me the puppy eyes, I scooped her in my arms cooing at her, "Oh you know I can't be mad at you for long." I kissed her forehead and placed her on my lap. I gazed around the shop looking at the shelves that held different typ

"Stop being delusional. I won't forgive you so easily." I freed myself from Terence's grasp and rose to my feet, preparing to leave. "Terry! Someone's willing to invest in our shop! We're going to make it through this month!" Just then, Rebecca arrived on the scene. She was dragging a luggage bag that was stuffed to the brim with cash behind her as she gushed excitedly about how they were going to survive their financial crisis. "Treasure Trove will shut down sooner or later. We just have to make sure that we crush her into the ground!"

Clark said while furrowing his brows while staring at Sashi. "Dang, man. I know that you can touch things already but you can't do it alone. We will do it together." Sashi said while grabbing a black leather jacket from her cabinet. "Damn, you're so-" Clark sigh before nodding to her. They already planned it. The junk shop is a shop where they used to buy some things such as plastic bottles, zinc roof and metals. Sashi planned to sell some recyclable bottles so that she can finally enter the place.

(Written by Naomi Innocent) "You know, I and my kid brother normally come here to buy ice cream when he was still alive. He so much loves Chocolate" Sophia said as her eyes became watery. Peter remembered her kid brother being killed at the hospital bed in ward 15. That same day they went to search for Sarah's birth and psychological records, he remembered seeing the killer on the roof and Laura thought he was daydreaming about Spider man.

“How is that possible?” The shopkeeper shrugged. “Sometimes things slip through the cracks. They get lost and go wandering.” He gestured at the store’s cluttered shelves. “Like items on a pawn store shelf. Lost and forgotten. That’s why this store and others like it exist. To collect the lost things which have slipped through the cracks, and to give them new homes, if possible. To give them new purpose.” “Have I been dead? Dead this whole time? But still sort of alive?”

Now he could use them as an excuse to speak to whoever was inside. Upon entering the shop Mane realised that his hunch was correct. The shop was much bigger inside than it appeared outside. There were several items on display; from bracelets to daggers; from rings to swords; from helmets to axes. The shop had everything, with the weakest item being a Middle Class ring! Mane walked to the counter, whilst avoiding the wealthy looking patronisers. The person he sought was behind the counter. Though this person had their back to him, Mane knew that this was the person he was looking for. "Hello," Tucker greeted politely when he got to the counter. Mane was certain that this person could sense th

The baby was restless tonight, kicking hard against my ribs as if they could sense the danger we were in. Inside, the shop smelled of dust and desperation, a stagnant air that coated the back of my throat. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a harsh, unforgiving white glare. Glass cases lined the walls, filled with other people's sacrifices: wedding rings, guitars, and electronics that had once meant something to someone, now just inventory waiting for redemption that might never come. "Help you folks?"

It was the kind of place where people stored childhood memories, momentos from failed marriages, and things they couldn't quite bring themselves to throw away. Unit 247 was near the back. It was hidden behind rows of identical metal doors in a section that most of the owners had probably forgotten about. When we opened it with Lorenzo's key, I understood why Lorenzo had killed himself. Or why someone had killed him and made it look like suicide.

their voices rang in unison. Next, a glamorous woman walked toward them and bowed slightly, revealing her busty chest as she greeted them respectfully, “Sir, please follow me.” The woman beckoned. James entered the shop. The store was huge. Even the first floor was at least ten thousand square meters. Inside the shop, there were all sorts of Saucers being displayed. James casually walked toward a Saucer. The Saucer was white and reassembled a house. “You have good taste, Sir.”