IM Dead : A Short Story

She helplessly watched in horror as the murderous bullet cracked as loud as thunder and ripped through the air faster than the speed of light, come in contact with his skin in a matter of milliseconds. A crimson red hole appeared on his forehead as quick as a lightning's flash, and slowly a trail of blood leaked from his wound down his face.

She stood behind him as he blindly looked through the dimly lit basement. He turned to the right, so close to where she was standing with his gun raised. When he turned around full she raised the paperweight and went to strike. Except the knot in her stomach stopped

There was a burning sensation going down her cheeks, they wouldn't stop. And no matter how hard she tried to hold it back she just ended up sobbing harder, taking large stuttering breaths every second. She could barely see, the tears clouded her eyes and she felt oh-so weak.

Frightened she broke into a dead sprint. She could hear the footsteps clomping against the cement, drawing nearer and nearer. She could hear the heavy panting of whoever it was chasing her. They were gaining on her and fast. Lauren began screaming madly “Help! Somebody help!” But no one came. She felt two firm hands grasp her arms, they pulled her down causing her to hit her head against the cement with a bang. It was gushing blood getting everywhere, all over her hair her hands, and running into her eyes. Realizing someone had attacked her Lauren began fighting viciously. Without being able to see due to the blood her aim was off and she was causing little damage to her attacker.

Her eyes closed, her heart beating faster than normal, a sharp tang was piercing through her flesh; her muffled screams, an unavailing attempt to suppress her agony, were nothing more than a pathetic depiction of her strength, her failure to endure true pain—since it was beyond her capable sufferance. She failed to withhold. Terrifying ululations erupted from her as it ripped through her—a cloud of shadow blurring her vision as it begin to take form in front of her. When it was done its transcendence, Cadence collapsed effortlessly on the ground, breathing erratically.

Kate decided that she should be a good friend to Jana and help her out. She told Jana that she needed to develop her thoughts more.

There I was, moments ago, on my deathbed at twenty years old moments ago and now here . Too soon to go some would say and it looks as though some greater deity agrees, because here I am waking up in the bed I slept in when I was five, i looked around for any hints to what was happening and saw a scroll with my name written in calligraphy.'Ruby,' it said, 'as you may see you are not in Heaven or Hell. We feel as though you had gotten on the wrong path by one minor mistake. You were supposed to sit with your neighbor, Leon, your first day on the bus, but your bus driver changed the seating arrangements too late for us to notice. That was a mistake on our part, you see when humans are born they get assigned a group of our people to help guide

When I was in third grade I got suspended. It was my fault, I got suspended for two things. First reason was I hit my teacher with a flying pencil top eraser. The second reason was because me and my friend was not the most appropriate people in our school. We were always doing something bad.

Aria didn’t know how long she could last down there without clean oxygen. She thought she heard cries of help somewhere near her, maybe it was just a hallucination She tried to keep calm while stuck there. She dozed off for just a second, but then she heard it again.

She was so confused she didn’t notice that the burning in Her throat had stopped, that the pain in Her legs had stopped. She looked down and gasped— instead of Her throat being met with fire it was as if She was breathing air.

She felt a hard metal blade against the small of her back and suddenly the waistband of her leggings lost all its elasticity. In almost the same instant Mark tore open the backside

“Well, I did come early. Besides Nathan is late to almost everything.” Ocean said sounding annoyed.

The thing about Love is that it’s a poison. It kills you slowly and beautifully, tricking you into thinking that you aren’t dying but finally living. Love is just the mask that Death wears to hide it’s painful truth for just a single moment of your life. A beautiful lie that lasts for a blinding, lighting moment before the world decides to come crashing down around you, destroying everything that you know.

“Well it doesn’t matter now does it?! I’m in cuffs about to go to jail. Happy now?” My cheeks burned. Liquid tumbled down.

Lena jumped when the door flew upon, cracking the translucent glass. Two large, armed gunman entered her office, their weapons trained on her body. She sat calmly, despite every nerve in her body screaming to run, to scream, or to cry. But she held it together, looking at the men for a brief moment more before continuing to strike out more