We're All Going To Die Meme Novels & Stories

Yes, that's the plan. Weren't we all born to die anyways? I don't fucking care if I sound selfish. I'm he one suffering. If I die, I die. No one else is going die. It's just me. In fact it'll be one less waste of air. Yeah, one less person in the overpopulated world. One less from billions. Whats one less? Nothing. Exactly my point.

“Oh, yay. Let’s all give a round of applause for my impending legendary demise.” Colby chuckled. “Hey, at least you’ll go out in a blaze of glory.” I groaned again. “I don’t want to go out at all! Why am I the only one concerned about the whole dying horribly thing?” Jesse shrugged. “We’ve just accepted it.” Matt nodded. “Yeah, we’re all past the existential dread phase. You’ll get there.” I flopped back dramatically. “No, I won’t. Because I like living. I enjoy not being roasted like a marshmallow.”

"It's useless. Fighting won't change anything. We're all going to die. That thing will eat us all. "Don't you get it? We're livestock. It's keeping us alive on purpose. It likes its food alive."

Holding him in my arms, I ran toward the hospital, but we ended up in a car accident on the way. Right before I died, my husband, Felix Calloway, climbed out of the driver's seat, his face full of despair. "Honey, please don't die… Please…" … The pain of getting hit by the car hadn't even faded when I suddenly heard Dad's grief-stricken and desperate whisper in my ear. "Amara, save your brother. The old stone bridge at the town entrance has cracks… It's going to collapse… He'll die…" I gasped for air, cold sweat instantly covering my forehead.

“We’re putting on black because we’re mourning Melo, who just passed away.” “That bad aunt that follows Mr handsome everywhere has died? I think that's wonderful news,” Alice said. “Do not say that, Alice. Even if she was a bad person, we should learn to respect the dead,” Cassey said.

And before we end up tragically, I have to make sure that we spent the rest of our time making good memories before it all ends. Mother is right, after all. All of us will die, no one stays because we all are bound to die, though in different time and causes. What stays are the memories we made in this world before we go. I painted a smile on my lips as he gets nearer to me, and when he finally reaches me, he smiled back, though it didn't reach his ear.

Surprisingly, had calmed down by this time. One of them gritted his teeth and said, "You alone can't hold on for too long. Hey, we're going to die anyway. Why don't we just stand against the enemy and fight the good fight together!" "That's right. Let's go all out against this group of monsters." "It's just death. Hahaha, it's not worth mentioning." Everyone else echoed.

I shouted with all my might. "I'm sorry, treasure, but I'm afraid that's impossible." some of the men told me. "What are you going to do? Please take everything ... I'll give you everything but let us go." I was dying of fear. I didn't know what was coming. They were laughing. Apparently it was funny for them that I was praying for our lives. "Treasure, your man owes us so much moee than just money and he will pay with his life," said one of the men.

My body dangled over the acid, my arms burning from the weight. “Leah!” Hoodie guy called out, dropping to his knees as reach toward me. His eyes were wide now — terrified, desperate. “I’m fine!” I lied, even though my fingers were slipping. My palms slick with sweat. I’m Going To Die. The thought flashed through my mind like lightning. After Everything, I’m Going to Die Because I can’t Balance Like a Damn Ballerina.

Door. Don't look back. Stop looking back. "I always thought it was so sad when people said that death didn't just mean you dying but it meant every person you have ever been dying, the child you were when you were 5 and the teenager you had been at 16, the man you could have become at 30."