Too Stupid To Die Novels & Stories

His attitude toward the residents of the farm where he was building his oil pipeline also said that. If only I hadn't been such a coward and had had the courage to take the baby away when Marina finally managed to get the abortion medication, I would have been free of this situation, but I was stupid enough to hold on to this life growing inside me. Even though it was still the size of a bean, I already loved it, I would have been incapable of killing it.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

“You don’t want to die, but you still want others to save you? Who would save an animal like you?!” “That’s right! You even want to have a fair duel with the Death Judge. Do you have the right? What an idiot!” “This fat judge is also stupid enough to emphasize that he’s a judge? In the death broadcast, there’s only the Death Judge! There’s no other judge!”

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

"Well you're not only stupid, but your stoopid." "Ha. Who's stupid now? There is no such thing as stooooopid. Just stupid. Like you." "You're not from my world so you don't know our slangs, stooooopid." "That word doesn't even make sense, stupid." "Ren is stoooopid. Look at me. Vines wrap around my arms and legs because I am so stoooopid to ignore Rose's warnings about Mr. Creeper vines. Now I am hanging on for dear life and having Rose to help me not to pummel to my death." I said mockingly.

"A monumental... drunk... idiot." I reached for the mouse again, my tongue thick as I dictated the next line. "'Subject... LAST CHANCE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING DRUNK AND STUPID.'" I mouthed the words, stumbling over the syllables. "'I don't want to die...I don't want to die... I don't want to die...I don't want to die... DEATH IS NOT FUN... BELIEVE ME...I KNOW... I swear to God I will drag you into this fire with me.'"

He smiled—and kicked my knee hard. I let out a muffled groan and dropped to my knees. He leaned down and whispered, in a voice only we could hear, "Why didn't you just die in the correctional facility? You insisted on coming back to compete with me? Hm? Bobby, what makes you think you're qualified to fight me?" The second file was an audio recording.

For Regina and my parents, those words felt like a slap to the face. Calista was standing to the side, her face pale, but she stubbornly declared, "Mom, Dad, Regina, don't let him fool you! He's just having a pity party! He deliberately let those people do this to him so that you'll feel guilty and take pity on him!" Regina whipped around, her eyes red as she shouted, "Shut up, Calista! Can't you see the state he's in? They poured sulfuric acid down his throat! They used an electroshock baton on him! He almost died!"