What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

It was as if it was sealed in red amber, like a strange, mysterious, and crazy work of art created by a crazy artist. One centimeter apart… Bang! The last ray of light disappeared, and the entire scene in the live broadcast room darkened. “F*ck! This is too scary!” “They died so miserably! Their deaths are probably the most miserable!” “They were indeed miserable! They were directly turned into minced meat paste!” “I don’t know if it was the most painful, but this will be a challenge for the police! An autopsy cannot be conducted on those bodies!” “Those people deserved to die like that!”

"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?

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.

Or worse. There are a lot of things worse than death, and I don’t doubt these people are above that, the question is why? Why?!

“Worse than death? What’s worse than death?” “If you don’t know, it shows how sheltered you were. There are many things that are worse than death in life. Having your soul sucked right out of you is worse. Living your whole life like you’re dead is worse than death. We’ll be better off in a place where there are comforts and guards. That’s what I’m fighting for. I know there are risks. I also understand your concern but we aren’t better off here. What happens when the food runs out? And the water?”

“You passed out in front of half the council. Sleep’s not really on my mind.” She almost laughed, but her eyes stayed sad. “You worry too much.” “You almost died,” I said, quiet as a confession. Her look softened. “You always think death’s the worst thing.” My throat closed up. “What’s worse?” She went quiet, eyes flickering everywhere but me. Then, super soft: “Loving two people and knowing one of them will always ache.” That one hurt. I didn't wanna hear it. Not tonight. “Elora...”

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.

“She really prepared us all for separation, whether it be because we are going to be sold or given away, or because of that…death.” “I don’t fully understand death yet. Mom said that dying is much more than being hurt, being sad, or being in grief. If that is the case then I have died too many times. I died when I got parted from my family, I died every time I get rejected and now, I feel like I am dying watching my dearest Saucy suffer.”

those were my darkest hours. People carried rumors that great evil entered my heart after Gia died, maybe it was true... I guess I'll never know. They said the worst way to die was when a wolf is rejected by its mate. Some wolves didn't die after being rejected though while some who couldn't bear the pain of living a life without the one who was meant to be their other half, died of mourning. My Grandmother said it felt like an arrow piercing through one's delicate heart but I thought she was being her usual dramatic self.

He said and I laughed. I probably sounded like a maniac but I was just so eager to prove something to him, desperate to win this argument if only so it would make him get off my case. I already knew that my life and life choices were shitty, but I didn’t need him constantly reminding me of that fact though. “Well, newsflash Hakan. Your life may be perfect but not everyone has that luxury. You talk about death like it’s a bad thing, but have you ever considered that maybe, I don’t care that the pills are poison because I want to die? “