Stories tagged “dying”

  • What happened? (Hero Inspiration)

    Angela awoke when her head hit a rocky outcropping. Was she falling? She didn’t remember. Her eyes fluttered open, heat licking her cheeks and forehead. What she saw frightned her. What happened? How did I get here? It all came flooding back to h...

  • Waiting for Grace

    This is my pre-coital cigarette. Breathe in. The filters are the only solid matter to pass my lips; I stub them in place. Breathe in. The smoke puddles, drips past the phlegm of my throat, expands into my lungs. Breathe out. The only taste is my tongue...

    • Author: Spiderj
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Dying Embers

    ..[].. Torched, charred. Ashes. Lina – silenced forever. ..[]..

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Hell

    I wake up on the floor in a dark room, on the edge of hell. I hear the deep, rumbling voice of a man: “Adhevo.” Come. I look up and the source of the command is a glowing man, his skin radiating red light. He wears no clothing and his body ...

  • 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 almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Old Glory

    I…I’m dying. Heh, life does flash before your eyes. How about that. Mom and Dad…life sure was good back in New York. Hey—this is my earliest memory! My third birthday in 1906! P.S. 118…twelve years of my life I spent at that school…...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Upon a Writer's Death

    A pen is silenced lying still now on the half-empty page. It’s a fire burning through the library. Words we never read disappearing before our eyes. A heart is stilled while full of love spilling on to those around. It’s a parade marched...

  • Auntie

    In retrospect, the hospital was a rather sterile place. The more I think about it, the less inviting it becomes. We went up the elevator. My mother held a bag full of Reese’s Cups—the big ones, individually wrapped, like for Halloween. The ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Gram

    I hope I am not doing the wrong thing here. I feel compelled to share my own similar story and if AR doesn’t mind, maybe others can too. She was one of the greatest women I ever knew. She was the glue that held the family together, a resounding v...

    • Author: Ath
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Delayed Gratification

    Nora swallowed part of her doughnut, asked, “Good news?”, and took another bite. “Yes,” Ted responded, head cocked so the telephone receiver would not fall. “GlaxoSmithKline’s willing to front us some cancer drugs. A...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Crushed Flower

    I could feel his hand tightening around my throat and I wanted to struggle. I really did want to, but even I as I kicked at him, I could feel the strength leaking out of my body. I could barely draw a breath and I knew he would crush my neck soon. As I...

    • Author: Amorpheous
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Dry Low Tide

    Perched on the side of a rocky cliff I could hear the ocean waves crash on the rocks below. The seagulls squawked as they circled above looking for an easy meal. In front of me I could see two slugs slowly sliding across my perch oblivious to the impen...

  • Dry Low Tide II

    The sun blazed on above my shell was very hot I could feel my water beginning to dry up. I could hear the waves below, they sounded closer now. I prayed the water would hurry up on its trek up the cliffs to reach me. All I could think about was my rumb...

  • the violent silence

    She was watching him, waiting “You don’t know,” he started, “the silence, its killing me inside. I’m dying. The silence, isn’t it affecting you? Or am I the only one going insane?” The coffee was now resolved to a ring at the bottom of hi...

  • Strange Dream

    People stand To shake my hand But why they do, I don’t yet understand. Notes are sold From hearts gone cold Why they want them, Something I’m still not told. Vision fades Darkness invades A clear signal, I am not meant to stay. I realize That I wil...

  • Euthanasia

    It was just something that you erase from the cache of your brain. Something that you didn’t think about because it was just so— Painful. I stood by the side when attending your wake. Because I was the little sister you’d rather do without. B...

  • Remedy of Pain

    Sweet, milk honey eyes graze across the light dew of the morning grass. Anna, a slender girl of fourteen, lets a solemn sigh twist off her lips. From the window, she sees the world a different place than she had the night before. The grass is less gree...

    • Author: itsElisey
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Epiphany (II) (Mature)

    I stop halfway down the hallway and notice that I’m naked. Fuck. Should I go back and face Ruth or not? I decide I’m done letting people seeing me naked—especially Denny, who God knows, where he is. I walk back into the bathroom and s...

  • One Day Traded

    A hardened heart in a frosty knoll Chest of compressed grasses Is a frigid, fragile, undressed soul Hidden as it passes Through you, what you never controlled— Yourself, faded, All warmth one day traded for cold.

  • Solace (Mature)

    I let the razor slip across my pale, sun deprived skin. A thin trail of blood trickles towards the drain where my bare feet rest. I think to the girls at school; their incessant gossip, their constant teasing, their never ending torment; my absentee be...

    • Author: itsElisey
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • Nightfall

    The Friend beckoned, and I followed. I walked behind it, marveling at the silence of every step. The air smelled of cinnamon and pine needles, with a dash of something warm and indescribable; the scent of my childhood home, lost long ago. This silent, ...

  • Cancer

    In the hospital, it had been bearable. Knowing that eventually, dad would sleep that restful, only-happens-one-time-ever sleep. But he got better. He came home. He made his recovery. And two years later, he’s back in the hospital. Creeping closer...

  • When I Die

    “When I die,” Lia’s eyes flutter open. “-bury me in pink.” Abigail stares at her younger sister, the only family Abby has left, her hand combing back the sweaty hair glued to Lia’s forehead and her fingers laced betw...

    • Author: itsElisey
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Poor Puddle/ Trickle Down

    Elitist culture Is a selfish vulture Led astray of importance, Fed decay with every purchase, I’m sure as certain that they all were Siding behind the curtain while workmen Were suicidal, dying for a sip of purified water— Though what the r...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Cancer Didn't Kill Him

    No one was there by his bedside when he passed. He preferred it that way. At first, people were by his side all the time, but he was a solitary kind of guy. No need to hover over me, he thought. He’d long since lost the ability to speak. Nothing ...