Novel & Cerita What Is Worse Than Death

Not deep enough to kill but certainly deep enough to invoke a scream from him. “You know what is worse than dying immediately?” I ask the rogue. He says nothing as he continues to whimper, “Bleeding to death. It can be a slow process. Your body will eventually shut down, but not before you endure unbearable pain,” I tell him. He shivers in pain and fear.

When I was young, I thought nothing would be worse than losing my kitten, but then I lost the bid at my first auction. And then I thought nothing would be worse than that, but then I started to fight a war myself. A silent one. Yet again, I thought, nothing could possibly be worse than that. Life proved me wrong. I suddenly lost my wife. And even that wasn’t the end. If you’re wondering, what could possibly be worse than losing my wife? It would be finding my wife in our house. Our home. Lying peacefully on our bed. Soaked in her own little pool of blood

Life brings tears, smiles and memories. The tears dry, the smile fades but the memories lasts forever. Aakash Destiny is like a tangle ball of steel wires. The more you try to discard the layers the deeper it cuts your palm. It unfolds itself in miraculous ways...always remaining unpredictable. I really don't know what to do now. I have lost everything. My life has been taken away from me and there is nothing I can do about it. Death is better than this life....

He who does not hear the advice of the wise one is bound to perish and perish forever. Forever in the sense of facing the most believed last stage of life which is death. There is a lot you can hide but not death at least for a sickness you visit a foreign hospital, country, or even continent to hide your situations but when it comes to death there is little you can hide, you just go. They argue and advise that do good while you still live as people will judge you and your name by the deads of your days on Earth.

The reason most of us think murder is a bad thing is because we have various values where murder is considered the worst. But there are situations in life where people can get so utterly trapped that the only way out is to commit the irreparable. I'm not saying it is a good thing, but I'm saying it is a quite different situation. And I may have understanding, even compassion in such cases. But I actually think there are many things worse Than murder. And I think there are people who deserve to be 'terminated' because they're doing some of these bad things. Drug dealers and child molesters are on that my list. Even Mafia Lords or Queens and that bring me down to my current case.

Theme: The Canyon of Death My life is full of shit and fucked. I was once a young boy with the hope of becoming someone great in life, but now, take a look at me. My emotions have now led me to my downfall. I am now left alone to face my problems, and it is a must to unravel them. If I had known, I would have listened to all the instructions given to me by my dad, about all his warnings that emotion would surely lead to my downfall.

Death is not a thing that happens to us, it is something we see happen to others, it is an unfortunate day for some poor kid in a third world country who happened to be in the wrong spot at the wrong time as the bomb exploded. But us? Well we’re going to live forever. Living in the midst of a death sentence was almost like staring into the barrel of a Glock and hoping there was no bullet down the end of that long dark chamber. And then Mattel wouldn’t let himself think about it anymore, because morbid thoughts weren’t helping… anyone?

I run my thumb over her face. Walter always told me that revenge wasn’t really worth it. When I told him that I wanted to kill Victor, he told me that he deserved worse than death. He told me that prison was worse than death. I disagree. What’s more reassuring than waking up and realizing you’re not dead? That’s the reassurance that bastard will have every day until he eventually dies, and he might live thirty more years. Or more. He might outlive me. No, death is the worse punishment. Not knowing what comes after. Not being able to take a breath or a shit, or laugh or fuck.

I said. He had no idea what I had done. “You don’t have to kill to ruin people,” I murmured. “There are things far worse than death.”

"We're going to get off this island. Not because of the clothes, or the food, or the entertainment we're going to find on the other side, but because considering the alternative is a lot worse." Herra Eunice had said it'll be worse than being burnt around the neck. Up until now, I haven't wondered what that may entail. "What is the alternative?" Eyes locked on mine, she says, "Death."