Expiration Stories

This is a expiration date fan fiction yay!!! Idk how many times I'm gonna update but it takes place in the future with the same characters. Expiration Date is literally my favorite book. Hope you enjoy

I'm a writer and I need to write a love story. But I know nothing about love. Would you teach me how?

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧s. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔.𝐀. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞? MAJOR EDITING!!!!

"I never knew the end of the universe would be this colourful." Katarina Hyde is dying - welcome to her last moments. 'Scar Theory' excerpt; to be continued at a later date. Trailer by valuables/jeopardize.

Everyone is born with a date on this wrist. It could be years away, or it could be extremely soon. Whenever that day may be, it's the day you'll die. But you'll never know when exactly you'll die. The date on your wrist only has the month and day, no year. So once a year, you get to live 24 hours of constant fear. Many people go about that day without a care in the world, trusting fate. Others will barricade themselves up at home for the entire day. Kirishima never thought Bakugou would be one to fear death. Bakugou never thought his date would change.

Occupants: 1,000,000. Survivors: 1. Proc 1 lay battered on New Jersey's shore. Willow emerges from the fire to a crater. The black heap of the blast radius extends in all directions. Steam billows from the singed sand like white vapors. The fractured ship towers to the sky. The ringing in her ears won't stop. The robotic voice of ARC replays over and over. The ship is going down. But it was too late. Everyone was dead. The first signs of life come from the burned bodies on the beach, rising from the ashes like dark wraiths. This was only the beginning. Willow flees the wreckage, her mind raging between fury and sorrow. She's alone. She can feel it. But, there's something else out there. She knows it. When more of the dead begin to rise, Willow shifts her course north. There's only one place she knows to go that might offer some answers: Camp Grayling. If it even existed. With only her uncle's memories to go by, finding the FEMA camp proves more hazardous than she anticipated. When she arrives, she's not the only one. There are people here. People outside the reach of SIND; so she thinks. Even here, among the tunnels of the mountain, remnants of SIND can be seen. As she journeys deeper seeking answers to her questions, she learns the hardest truth of them all: she's not who she thinks she is. The post-apocalyptic quest of Willow comes to a close in this epic final chapter. When the shroud finally lifts and the answers are revealed, will they be too much for Willow to accept? Or will she rise to the challenge? Find out now in Risen. Highest rank: #549 (10/31/2016)

A heartbreaking love story

This book is now officially called "Last Breaths" which was under the previous name called "Used to be us...". I remember reading Him by Pierre A Jeanty and I was truly inspired by it. This inspiration led me to write this book. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. *** To the one who loved 6.13.19 The expiration date was nearing I thought as I looked at the moon something so magnificent even with the fissures and scars. The heart-aching ritual of the heartbroken heartbreaker, lighthearted I used to be, but to my dismay, you had the deepest of my heart and, that's what I feared the most. . . . . . You taught me how to love yet I had to fight back for the sake of you for the sake of us, the road we were walking on became delicate, a second away from rifting and someone had to live. A ritual is a ritual, anyhow. ~From the one who didn't know what love was *** Just a bunch of letters put together to form a book of regret & romance.

Hitch Your Wagon To a Star #2 - "The earth laughs in flowers." -Ralph Waldo Emerson [SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ HYWTAS] What would Clark Jones' life be like if he hadn't lost the only girl he ever loved all those years ago? What if Maya Edwards survived and they were given a second chance at love? This is something that Clark thinks about daily as he continues to work at NASA. With his cold coffee, sleepless nights, and obsession with the stars-he shares one of his theories imagining what the summer after high school graduation would've been like if Maya were there. Here, he experiences the love, possibilities, and happiness he deserved but lost as he lets his imagination speak for his heart.

"My name is Valerie Day, and I'm about to die." The last thing Valerie expects is to go to heaven. So when she slips into the afterlife like a shadow, and no one seems to notice her, will the fake innocence last? Can dead people fall in love? And the life and death question: will it come out that Valerie Day isn't just dead, she's a murderer?

''You need to wake up now, Michael. We're not doing so well.'' Where Michael is in a coma and everybody's trying to figure out where it went wrong. Michael Clifford Fanfiction.

The three patients were given three different kinds of drugs supposed to be used for

11.36pm. My train arrives. 11.45pm. My train shudders. 11.50pm. My train stops. 11.54pm. My breath quickens. 11.55pm. My heart contracts. 11.56pm. My body tremors. 'Can we stop for a minute? Just one more minute...' 11.57pm. The lights go out. 8888 days. 11.58pm. 800 cigarettes. 11.59pm. 728 half empty cups of tea. 12.00pm. --- Erika has one more precious day alive...the date on her ankle binding her to death for life. In a final attempt to make life worth living, she ventures out into the world she calls home, and watches out for death and his duty, awaiting her time to come.

*ON HOLD* *Previously known as Expiration Date* Every single day I get up and I feel my heart stop- just a bit. This is not me- I am not this person I let everyone see, someone happy and good humored. I am scared. But who isn't right? I can't let people hurt me, so I hurt myself. I don't want your pity- I want closure. I want to know what happened that night- the night that changed everything. And even though I am denying it- I want to share with someone to get reassurance of the fact that I am not mentally ill. ***Acknowledgments*** Thanks: To my readers- thank you for being there and bearing with me. To wreckedhavoc for my awesome-saucylicious cover. To CrimzSky for encouraging me to start this mess. To everyone who has critiqued my work and given me things to improve on. To everyone commenting on this story and telling me what you think. And most importantly to my cat, random things running through my mind, and caffeine. Nah, just kidding thank you guys for giving my book a shot- I never thought I'd be able to achieve what I have (even thought that is not that much in comparison to bestsellers). Dash

We're supposed to die in year 3000, or so the Society says. We've been living in fear since we could remember. After all, with only 137 days left to live before the Decimation, some wonder what there's left to live for. The Republic's system has lived for nearly 95 years, as it was always intended to. The founders of our Society built our cities as a safe haven for the enigma children. The enigma children were the seven children that survived the plague that killed the human population. They were the only of our race left. But the founders' only mistake was the number of the children they saved, seven, instead of eight. There was always supposed to be eight children, 4 females and 4 males so they could breed equally. But one died before it made it to what we call our Republic now. It died right before the founders did. The sixth child did not survive more than a few days. There was no explanation for its death. Average humans now do not survive past the young age of 19. There is no scientific reasoning behind this; they come over with a sudden death fever, they are murdered or killed or commit suicide. The fear hidden within each and every day of our lives is unbearable. So the founders saved the enigmas in hope of increasing the human population again. They allowed our Society to grow for 95 years as an experiment. We have been watching the years go past, the digital device they left us with count down the day we shall all die. Now we have 137 days left before the Republic shall fall and we all will die. Less than five months. There's only so much time left to figure out what we were meant to do. But why? Why save the enigmas to keep the human population growing if only to kill us now? If this is only an experiment, and we're only lab rats, then what does our future have in store for us? Click the "Start Reading" button to find out!

Short Story, found the prompt online: At birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday. Enjoy and comment what you think :)

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