روايات وقصص ضمن You're Not Dying You're Waking Up

Then I woke up. My soul had settled back into my body like water poured into an empty vessel trying to adjust the strange yet familiar shape. Even so, my sense eluded me, it felt like I was still stuck in that place of nothingness. Like I was still dead, still trapped by forces unseen and all powerful. Tap. Tap. The first thing to return was sound. The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake.

Nicole's POV Am I awake? No, I am dead. I must be dead! There was no way I could be awake. I mustn't have been rescued. It felt like I was dead. Everything was still, silent, and surreal. My body didn’t feel like mine—it just didn’t. It felt heavy, cold, and unresponsive.

It defies logic, it defies everything I know about the world, and yet, here I was, experiencing it. And then there was the message itself: "Wake up." Wake up? I'm awake am I not? I pinched the skin on my arm, feeling the slight sting, the undeniable proof of my conscious reality. I was standing, I was speaking, I was thinking. If this was not being awake, then what was it? Or am I really dead?

I knew better than to stop him from his ministrations. He finished with a sigh “What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked and I rolled my eyes. “I was so beat up yesterday and fell asleep immediately I got home. I’m sorry I didn’t call but now you know, I’m okay and safe. Can I please go back to bed? I feel like a zombie.” I muttered, trying my best to stay awake. He huffed over the phone “Fine, call me when you’re awake. Dylan is more dead than you are.” He says and I was alarmed.

Nicole I struggle to open my eyes and I'm met by unfamiliar environment, the walls are painted white and I can hear machines beeping. I cough and try to move my legs and my body but everything is numb, I wonder if I'm dead or still living. Someone shouts happily "Hey she's finally up, God this is good news I can't believe she's up" They might be happy I'm finally awake, wait was I dead or what's happening to me, so I decide to go raise my voice and ask them

The next morning, Elara woke to the relentless screech of her alarm clock. Its beeping blared through the silence of the room, dragging her from a dreamless sleep into a heavy, reluctant awareness. She blindly reached out and slammed her hand down on the device, silencing it with a groan. Her limbs ached with exhaustion, and her eyes burned with the weight of another sleepless night. For a fleeting moment, she considered turning off the day completely—pulling the covers over her head and drifting back into unconsciousness. But reality hit her before she could even shut her eyes again. The memory of last night surged into her mind like a tide swallowing the shore. Her heart raced at the thoug

Vamoire is not speaking as well. “Are you sure you did not overdose them with that certain drug?” Hodor adjusted himself on the throne, his back is fully leaned on it. “I am sure we had only given the right amount,” Viller confidently answered. “They will wake up soon, my King,” Jek chimed in. “Oh, they are moving. I think they are gaining their consciousness,” he immediately added seeing them slowly moving their limbs. Hodor’s eyes is flashed with anticipation. “Finally,” he uttered in a creepy voice.

"Did something happen to you? Give me your address, and I'll go to you right away!" "Why did you toss all our matching stuff? Where are you moving to?" Harold sent message after message and phoned me repeatedly until my phone froze, unable to withstand the onslaught. I didn't even realize it, busy declining his calls that came one after another. When my phone finally came back to life, he was calling me again, and I accepted the call out of habit. The man on the other end of the line was panting heavily. Soon, he exclaimed in surprise, "You finally picked up, darling!

I said to her as I walked in there. My mind wandered as she continued cleaning my bruises, the stinging feeling of the ointment barely registering in my head. Honestly I have no idea what’s going on with my life. For starters, Everyday I’m scared to sleep, what if I fall asleep and I actually don’t wake up anymore, what if I’m actually really dead and this is not real life. This thoughts have kept bugging me throughout the entire two days, this might sound greedy but I really don’t want to die. I really hope this is real, I pray this is real and I don’t get to die anymore. Even if I don’t understand the logic of how this works, dying and suddenly waking up one year in the past. I still want

Years? But eventually, somehow—I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. Breathless. Disoriented. Alive. I’m alive? How could I be alive?