Expired Stories

We are all born with the date of our deaths imprinted on our arms. Its society's way of saying, "we own you", because they do. They watch and control us. They know our every move. They know when and how we are destined to die. In other words, they make us so they can break us and that's exactly what they did to me. This idea came from a prompt on Pinterest. ⚠warning this is my first book- read at your own risk⚠️ I'm also writing as I go so if things don't make sense feel free to point it out so I can fix it in editing. ?

Death is an inevitable part of life, but if we had last thoughts what would they be?

Ever wondered what it would be like to be a milk carton? Your breakfast? A bowl? Probably not... Don't worry, that's what this book is for! Prepare to hear the enlightening tale that will change your life forever. ****** Authors note: I understand writing in the POV of objects is different to an ordinary story however this is just a short story made for the amusement of the reader! Enjoy!

Everything in the Society returned back to normal, except for one thing; Iris finally expired. Or so people thought after she died when the maze was blown up. Colton had secretly saved her, because he thought at first he could use her against the Tresais and Preeminence, whom both loved her. Soon after though, he began to fall in love with the person he used to deeply despise for her Expiration Date, since his told him he would die at the age of thirty five, too young for the Society. He decided to try to love Iris, hoping it would somehow save him from his upcoming Expiration Date. They had married when he was thirty, with only five years left of his life. He decided to enjoy every last bit of it.

a "entity" named expired he has a dark shadowy body than can go liquid or even shadow he has lost his memory but still remember his name his goal is to remember who he is and what is his goal and find the supreme crystal that bring calamity and chaos within the world and find his "Real Body' and retrieve his abilities

Our society has become very advanced and they have enquired a system that engraves a estimation on our left arm at birth that estimate our death days, but some people will have a delayed death day these are the expired and if our "government" find out the expired will either be tested on or killed. I was supposed to die yesterday.... I am expired. Now I must live a life of fear and hiding that I will hate until I actually die so I must fake my death!

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!

"Good Fortune is like a kite. It flies away as soon as you lose the string" Glory has only ever dreamt of two things: fame and ecstasy. Living the perfect, glamorous life in Pennsylvania State had felt just so right, nothing but merely good luck. But for how long would it have lasted? As kismet rotates its wheel of fate, Glory finds herself homeless, desolate and un-aided in the eerie world as it is. In search of the light of love, Glory throws herself in a group of risqué street-hunters, indulged into vices as vehement as murder. Will the ever Glorified Glory find a way to keep herself from Juvie?

The young boy lay curled up on the hard concrete floor of the worn out building. He was covered in blood from head to toe, mostly from the weeping stab wound in his chest but the rest from the torturous events that had just occurred. A single pure white orchid slowly wilted in the crumbling walls and his life seemed to be crumbling and wilting like the flower and building he resided in. Tightly closing his eyes and clutching at his chest he tried to push the ugly thoughts to the back of his mind. Yet in his dire attempt to push the event out of his mind, it all came rushing back in an overpowering amount of pain and anguish. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out in agony. His shaky small hands raised to his head as he tugged violently at his hair; shaking it fiercely to try and get it out of his mind. Then it seemed as though he had to relive it all again in his head, as the horrifying experience breached his hidden barrier in his demented mind.

The fighting was over. Erik had moved on from Iris, while Jonas was finally able to date and marry her While she experiences pregnancy issues with her first daughter, she feels complete and meets her spiritual parents and friends. Her second child, a son, helps her realize that a broken family divided by beliefs of the Mark they are branded with at birth. She was finally able to conquer motherhood as the Mark was banned, but still haunted by the secret Amoris. She was finally able to enjoy something for once ever since she was expired; being a mother.

Just stories. Of my lab. I have a lab. Did I forget to mention that? (cover is a placeholder)