What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

"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."

It doesn't matter how small or big it could be. Most people would say the most heartbreaking phase is—death—losing people who meant the world to them. As stated before, some would definitely say—poverty: the people who die poor with dreams of becoming rich one day. Some would say—hunger: to die out of starvation as they couldn't afford food to quench. Some would say—breakup: due to reasons, they would not be able to be together the way they wanted it to be. Some would say—betrayal—by putting their trust in people who destroy it into minuscule pieces.

Or… Was it something worse?

"Yeah, if he didn't calculate the data, how did he know there was a problem?" "A life for a life! I heard the student who died was about to start his PhD program." I saw all the harsh comments directed at me and watched as Logan and Kaley falsely accused me. At that moment, I no longer understood the point of my rebirth. Did I come back to save them… or to save myself? I had saved them this time, but would my ending be the same as in my previous life?

What's worse than death is living and what's worse than living is death. The nonsensical thought reverberated in my head as I stared up at the small stars scattered in the night sky. My hand rested on my stomach and the other supported my head as a pillow. My legs draped down the side of the roof but I wasn't afraid of falling. My mind might have been racing with nonsensical thoughts, but being up there was peaceful.

Death was something no person could ever escape from. The reality of people who constantly fight to survive, to get a mission done, or sacrifice their own for a greater purpose was harsher than the truth of life itself. Options were not even given, and nobody in the list could dodge death freely as they would’ve wished to.

You find the truth in the words that I just said. For death is real hell, worse than any life can serve. Is death real hell? End of good destiny, pain and anguish at its swell. Death is real hell, my friend. Do not panic. Do not self-injure. Do not overreact. Do not shout. You are never heard by any man or any woman as you should sound. Be silent and suffer least as you divert each day your mind to ease. Death doesn’t help. Do you kill your body’s single cell in pain of world? Do not forget to exist.

Lynda said in a broken voice. "I forgive you too, Jonah, for all the pain you have caused us...I just hope your soul can find peace," and as he finished the words, he let out a sigh and exhaled. Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies in us while we live. Norman Cousins.

"Now hurry to the king's chamber and prepare his bath. Go to wake him up and after a while of waking him, let out a scream." "Why?" Patricia asked. "Does it matter what happens? He might be dead or worse." George chuckled. "What could be worse than death?" "I heard that losing the ability to wolf out is the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf, it's worse than death." She explained.