We're All Going To Die Meme Novels & Stories

They will look through them trying to remember only the good times, but all the bad will come up and they might fall into a deep hole as well. They will stand in front of your grave and weep. 'Why did this have to happen? ' No one will ever understand. Of course they try to see it positively. You are in a better place. Everyone will miss you terribly and they will realize how important you were and still are. Your death will matter to so many. God damn I don't know you, but I'm going to be one of those people!" I hadn't screamed, but I got louder and felt my throat hurt now. I had clearly spoken too quickly and tensely. But it just had to come out. It was like I had talked my heart out. It w

Sebastian lunged. Dario kicked him back and slammed the detonator. "Let's all die together." The explosion rocked the sky. Flames tore through the air. The Morello mansion was gone—nothing left but rubble. *** The TV blared, the anchor's voice sharp: "Breaking news tonight out of Santria City: A deadly explosion leveled the Morello estate overnight. Authorities have confirmed the deaths of Dario Morello, Serena Venier, and both of their parents. No survivors have been found."

Zachary added, "If anyone is working with her to put on a show, listen carefully—tell her that in a few days, it'll be Tessie's death anniversary. She'd better go to the cemetery and atone for her sins. Otherwise, don't blame me for dealing with her." His final words carried a bone-chilling coldness. It was hard to believe they came from his mouth. I knew all too well what he was capable of. Even if he wouldn't take my life, he would make sure I suffered. For the first time, I felt a strange sense of relief that I was dead. Though my death had been gruesome, at least my body was still whole. Officer Tiller looked as if he wanted to say something else, but Zachary had already turned away, pul

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It transcends death, seeping into your life through all the little ways they showed you they loved you when they were here. I clear my throat, trying to get myself back on track. “The point is, if you lost a loved one. You’re not alone. There will be more names to fill these walls, and more lives lost far too soon. But we can’t be afraid of losing someone. It hinders our living. This memorial isn’t a reminder of death—It’s a reminder of LIFE. It tells us to live so that when our time is here, we leave behind a legacy.”

Asher POV One Week Later “…We must remember, this moment is not goodbye. We will carry our loved ones with us each day. This moment is our way of honoring the lives of those we have lost. We will grieve their absence, as much as we will savor their memories. Death is a lonely event. That is why we are a pack. Be there for each other. Support and comfort one another. Be the source of light, and hope, when the painful shadows of loss try to take hold. A life lived…”

Death is inevitable. We can die in many ways and at any time and place. It is too early for me to die. I have not yet fulfilled my promises to my family. It's sad to think that I'm all alone but I'm still fighting for my life. After all, all I have is myself.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

He would say exactly the same thing if he were in his shoes. This is the nature of human beings. No matter how powerful you are, you will always die. You’ll have to return to the world of the afterlife when your time is up, and you’ll eventually turn into a speck of dust. You are unable to take anything with you. Tyr smiled. “Senior White is about to pass away, but I can’t feel much sadness within the family.” “Hehe, death befalls all men alike.” Otes smiled and explained, “But there is no need to show our sadness.”

* A wide grin spreads across my lips as I imagine Sarah's father experiencing the torture. And the best part? When he dies, he won't tell anyone in the afterlife how he died because who would be stupid enough to flaunt that they were killed with a simple kitchen utensil? Endless suffering of shame has to be the extra he gets. Atlas laughs and pulls me out of my thoughts. *Holy shit, you're a genius. Sounds like we can have fun by doing some modern mummification.* Finally, for once, we get on the same wave and follow it until we reach our high. There are no disagreements or arguments, just the fun part of planning every single detail we're about to do.