Stories tagged “death”

  • Stone Cold

    I stand with dad – he’s never cried before. I help him with my arm, embrace and support. I say he’s right to feel awful – don’t bother hiding. Even pain honors her. My eyes are dry. My brother – withdrawn and alone. ...

    • Author: TextMason
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • LFM (Mature)

    Toss lit cig in gutter. Spark a new cig, suck hard. Dezi’s stack sags ugly. Door locked. Tweet her: Prdglsn: @dzdmna lemme in Cig sucked dry. No re. Fiz this. Going in. Plug in to RFID reader. Jack n’ hack. No big. 3 ticks: door open. &...

  • Author's Foreword

    Dear Reader, I’ve never really gone about writing a book before, but I figure that the stars are in the right place and the substantial difference between the two ends of the time-and-space wormhole separating us should now be crossed. I hope I d...

    • Author: Stovohobo
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Effacée

    It must have been hell living all those years alone in that big house, especially with her bad eyes and her crippled legs. When they found her in the kitchen, she had an old music box– a real antique, they said– on her lap. It was open and the pink...

    • Author: Mayra
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • MAMA SAID SO (Part 2)

    She was lying in bed, barely coherant. Weak and unable to respond to anything that was administered to her by her doctor. “She is dying,” my sister softly said to me. “Soon you will no longer hear her laugh, see her smile….R...

  • Claire

    Click. His eyes opened. He could taste the metal of the gun, but he was not dead. He took the gun out of his mouth and stared at it. Apparently that bullet was a dud. For a full hour, Jason sat on the couch, gun in hand and stared. He was alive. He had...

    • Author: Ronnie
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Love After Death (Poem) (Tag Cloud Challenge)

    The summer’s light on watery waves Came shining through the sky. Aboard a flawless sailing ship, The guests sat close and sighed, And watched, beneath an arch of wood, The groom stand waiting by. A box was wheeled along the deck As petals led the...

    • Author: j. smthng
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Death's Memoir: Details About the Job

    The first thing you need to understand is that Death changes. I mean, the occupation of Death—the Grim Reaper, if you want—shifts every Earth century. Otherwise, Death might cling to the past and not account for population growth, new techn...

    • Author: Stovohobo
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Let Go

    You promise, you’ll never leave? I don’t know anymore. If it’s my time, it’s my time. Don’t talk like that, you’re gunna get through this. If I leave, don’t keep my stuff too long. I don’t want all the pr...

    • Author: K-Jellybean
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fear

    I stood there and watched, marveling at my friend. Where I was calm and cool, he was viscous and vivacious. I would watch and follow as he wandered through the battlefield running and screaming. He was drawn to them, to the helpless. A man was pinned d...

    • Author: Ronnie
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hollow Resolution

    His palms itched. They always itched before the draw. Energy pulsed through him with every tick and tock of the clocktower. Never had he been so close to victory as he was now. Countless years spent trying to find the man who moved from place to place ...

    • Author: Silven
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Charity is a Thing of the Past. (Mature)

    20,000 years ago Jarvey Gonzaga started taking his Tyson’s. To put that into perspective, when he started the treatment, the whole of written human history was 7,000 years. I turned 8,425 last month. Jarvey has seen more of human history than any...

  • Strange Bedfellows (Mature)

    Misfortune and Death were at it again. Some poor old lady had dropped her hair dryer in the tub, and now they were ‘borrowing’ her apartment. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. No matter where one went, the other would fol...

  • The Night I Met Barkley (Mature)

    If there was one thing I never wanted to see, it was death. Everyone’s got to live with it—that’s the world we live in—but nobody ever wants to watch it happen. At least, that’s what I thought. Then I met Barkley. He was t...

  • Peace

    It was all she could think about. She wanted it more than anything, but she could never find it. It seemed to slip through her fingers, just as she thought she had closed in on it, like dogs treeing a coon, only to discover it had hopped to another tre...

  • Gladiator's End

    I never thought it would end like this. In a back alley in this noisy city. Horns and sirens taking the place of screaming and clapping spectators. We can’t all be the master of our fates. It’s probably my fault for leading them into this alley. Fo...

    • Author: Beastie
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Body count

    “Where are you? You can’t hide forever.” I heard a sound. I spun, raised the hammer. There was still some blood on the wooden handle, from last time. “Come out wherever you are!” I called into the quiet aisles of shelves a...

  • Not Quite There Yet

    As loud as a small girl can be among wolves, she proclaimed: “I’m looking for someone who can take me through the forest”, her voice only shaking a little. This surprised the patrons; Why had she not run away from their den in fear ye...

    • Author: Forest
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Excerpts From a Grim Reaper's Diary, page 3,054

    May 5, 1821 Dear Diary, Stomach cancer is a terrible way to go. I guess trying to conquer Europe will do that to man. Sounds like it could’ve started with that exile though. Being that separated from the rest of the world would certainly give me ...

  • One under

    Not again! As I come around a bend, I see a blur, that same familiar blur I always see, and let go of the controls. The emergency brake kicks in with a hiss of escaping air but Newton is a harsh master. Time dilates. My hammering heartbeat plays a fune...

  • Terminal Philosophy

    In a dying universe Beauty is abundant and full of variety - Specks of cosmic dust congregate In butterflies momentarily. Much more wonder, much more poetry Is in such a place than a stagnant one - A place where nothing arises, nothing ceases And exist...

    • Author: Lancet
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Set Free

    He had a light meal, just tea and toast, some anti-emetics and beta-blockers. His mother was quite surprised at his unusually bright mood – he was smiling and dancing all morning. Then (yes!) the doorbell rang, and his friend – he never see...

    • Author: Lancet
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Mors

    CERTIFICATE OF DEATH Decedent: PASTOR BANQUO THOMAS NORTON Date: 8206 (01-16-34 LE) Time: 2014 hours Date of death: 8206 (01-16-34 LE) Time of death: 0431 hours Report: Decedent found unresponsive on floor of corridor K-17. Piping unit suffered a sever...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Sightless

    The room was pitch black, but the cold metal on the table was definitely a gun. The voice was also definitely a voice, clear and soft on some invisible speaker. The calm tone was infuriating. “Consider it an experiment in human nature, Dr. Steven...

    • Author: ahobday
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Father's Son

    Day Six (01-22-34 LE) It’s been six days since Dad died. I don’t even bother using Ship’s Day anymore. I feel like I’m a walking ghost, like this can’t be real. Is everyone so detached when they suffer such a deep loss? Da...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 7 years ago.