You Already Dead Novels & Stories

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

"I don't have parents and the both of you are dead to me" . . . . TBC

Over my dead body. You my cute Elmo.. you're mine

Guess what? I already lost the battle.

The kind that said: You might actually die here.

So, After a few minutes of struggling, I manage to unpeel myself from the bed and lazy walk my meat body to the shower. This is the literal feeling of hangover accumulation. I'd been curing my hangover with alcohol and now it's all catching up to me. I probably should call in sick today but my asshole of a boss would just drown if I'm not there to babysit him. So I push myself until I'm all dressed up and ready to go.

Call me when you are ready. The line went dead.

I stumbled after them. "No—don't—" I whispered. They'd already destroyed everything. I was a dead man I was gonna die even more tomorrow.

Death. Everyone was about to die.

I instinctively curled up, trembling as blood poured from my lips. In the moments before total unconsciousness claimed me, I perceived the skepticism in Carl's eyes dissolve, twisting into outright terror. I then heard his voice echo toward me, growing clearer. "You're not allowed to die without my permission, Aria! You'll stay alive to atone for your sins!" I doubted I would ever have the chance to complete the requested atonement, as I was certain my life would end in just two more days.