Talk Back And You Re Dead Novels & Stories

“Trust me when I say you’re never too old to be orphaned. We learned that lesson the hard way. There was a group of us. When we were all together we were stronger than steel and that was enough.” Emily smiled as they both wiped down Mr. Mabry’s chest and stomach area. “That sounds nice. Are the other people in the group going to come and visit?” “They’re all dead.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. That was silly of me to say.” “What can you do? It happens to us all. There’s no fighting it. They were all infected except me.”

The scar where they took my liver still ached faintly. My dad let out a heavy sigh. "Noah, I'm telling you one last time. My daughter is dead. Believe it or not. Now get out of my house, or I'm calling the police!"

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

It's closure. As the wind blew, the petals of the white roses swayed gently. I remembered the alley in the slums eight years ago, where he wore a clean suit and handed me a piece of bread. I remembered him smiling after taking the lashes and saying, "From now on, I'll protect you." Those images flashed like a movie reel, finally ending on him lying on the ground and using the last of his strength to call my name. "Addio, Vincenzo." I turned away, never looking back. "In your next life, don't love someone this way. And don't make anyone wait."

“I- I can do it!” Ezra’s memories surge through me like a flood. I see everything he saw; every strike, every moment Darien shielded me, even the lie he told at the end. If he had just waited a few moments more… No. If I had woken up earlier… The vision cuts. “You can’t bring back the dead.” That word - dead - shatters me. My throat burns as the scream rips free. “No, no, no, no, no! He can’t be dead!” I sob.

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

River said. “I don’t have to; I don’t want to either.” Death said. “I only listen to my friends and you’re not one of them anymore, liar.” He said put his gun down and walk back to walk his car living River there in shock on what he said. “F*CK!”

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

Nick yelled back and we all laughed holding our coffees in one hand. I then hurried to Nana’s room to check how she was doing. I could hear some soft muffles from outside the door. I slowly opened the door to her room and saw the empty room. “Nana? Who were you talking to?” I asked. “Oh! It’s the radio, dear. There’s no one here.” Nana replied curtly. “So how’re you feeling now? Any better?” I went on to sit by her bed and leaned my head on her lap.

I actually thought they didn't want me anymore, and that I was going to be left a miserable orphan with no one to care for me. Upon hearing that, Mom suddenly stopped her aggressive advances and froze on the spot. In the meantime, those onlookers already bore gossip-filled expressions. In those times, people led monotonous lives, and this event was destined to provide conversation for the next 10 or even 20 years. After all, a resurrection from the dead was such a bizarre and captivating event. "You've clearly been lying in the coffin for an entire day without moving, Mom. How could you possibly come back to life, or could it be that you never died in the first place?" I asked, my voice thic