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Til Death Do Us Part

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Reads 169
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Parts 16
Time 31m

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#817 SPIRITUAL - After his untimely death, see what happens to Callum.  They say death is hard on everyone, no-one asked how it would affect the dead. I can't even begin to guess what actually happens after someone dies... but I can show you my own interpretation of it.All Rights Reserved

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Mood Ring by saymen

Many might see death and its companions (e.g. grief, depression etc.) as harmful experiences in life. But this story tries to tackle this perception and recount a story that portrays my view of death as an old friend that pays his visits not because he enjoys seeing you die, but because he cares about your transition. After all, life is what's killing us, death is just the observer, one that cares more about you than you might expect.

A Gift From Love (ORIGINAL) by DelayedThoughts

(UNEDITED) What happens when the love of your life dies and no one that you share your life with knows it? what happens when your immediate family dies and no one knows because you know that they will treat you differently and you just want a little bit of normalcy back in your life, it was all going to plan until one visit to A&E with your best friend and your supportive teacher. your life is turned upside down and it just keeps getting worse, with only time to react and very little time to think...

Azrael by VeronicaAnd98

Ever thought about what happens when someone dies? When the soul is set free of its fleshy confinement? Who crosses you over to the other side? The Reapers. Azrael, an adolescent Reaper, has seen her fair share of death. And although she's seen just about all of it, nothing could prepare her for the assignment she is given today. Her list reads only one soul. A young child named Rocco Diggory. Not even 10. Now Azrael is tasked with crossing over the young child, but she isn't prepared for the day she is about to have with Rocco.

Reaching For the Final Exit (Suicidal Nightmare) FINISHED by snek_snek

Nightmare had been suffering with deep depression for his entire life. And when I say ENTIRE, I mean entire life. Though, it'd been getting worse with each passing day till suddenly the overwhelming, hurting, uncontrollable feeling of wanting to disappear just stopped bothering him. The feeling became numb. Then empty. Till suddenly it was the only thing that'd make him happiest. The feeling of death, The pain The emptiness It all made him want it. To know what it felt like. Nightmare wanted to die. So much

Till Morning by Rollum

As a pretty sane person I knew that ugly incomprehensible things happened but somethings came at you so unexpectingly that you did not even know how to react. Fairytales often painted step parents as these evil beings that did such unimaginable acts which ended up affecting our everyday lives but it wasn't like that with my mother's boyfriend. At least that's what I thought until I found myself somewhere else with a father I knew nothing about, a band that wasn't really a band in my eyes and a past so heavy that going to sleep meant drowning in the horrors of a summer that was meant to be the best time of my life.

ISABEL (Sample) by Angelique_Esmeralda

A despicable incident wakes up a vengeful ghost who died from being raped strangled and buried in the woods by her boyfriend and her body was never discovered. On a certain night, something went wrong and she was released from the prison of the other-life where she was trapped after selling her soul to the devil. Now she seeks a new life for herself at the detriment of a group of teenagers, leaving a trail of death at her wake... "Shrrr..." He hushed. "Don't talk, just feel. It will feel better in a moment..." He said still focusing on getting his dick through. "...all I need is just a little penetr...." He pushed again. A sob escaped her lips as she dug her nails into his back unintentionally. When she opened her eyes, they widened as if she had suddenly remembered something. She looked up at Brent as a drop of his sweat landed on her collar bone. He was so carried away trying to penetrate her that he was not aware that she was looking at him. "Brent?" She called softly. "Hmmm?" He replied, his hand around his shaft, trying to aid his thrust. "Are you wearing a condom?" ©All Rights Reserved.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐄? by ArmyWorld500

Some people are obsessed with ghosts while some are interested but the real question is do ghosts even exists? What if you summon with a ghost? Will it be exciting or fearing? Ghost is like a mystery in this human world but we humans believe in God and then why not in ghost? If night exists so does day If lie exists so does truth If pain exists so does happiness If hate exists so does love Then why not if God exists so does ghosts do? We are excited to meet a ghost but scared to him/her meeting a ghost turns out to horrible but what if it turns beautiful? If we fall into a river we don't know where we will end up we shall let the flow take us wherever it wants,right? It may take us into hell but what if this hell turns out to heaven just for you? Wanna know what I mean by these lines? Curiousity kills brutally but heals in a beautiful way So are you curious? If yes then read my story 'Wanna Die?' I sucks at description but here I tried Story contains : Top Kook Bottom Tae Femboy bottoms [ Except girls ] No angst [ between TK ] Fantasy Paranormal activities Cover page by me Credit of videos and pictures used in the story goes to the real owner DON'T COPY MY WORK!!!!!!

My Life Being Dead by bellaholmes58

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

The Spellman Twin's (2) by AmultifandomRandom

After Sabrina and Skylar's passing, everyone became more quiet, dealing with grieve, Since the mass murderer's are lose, they're might be problems for all the people they love before their back, and maybe even problems that are a bit to big to handle, but what can i say the dead don't stay dead in Greendale am i right?

Broken Silence by Brooklynha

It all happened so fast. So quick. I didn't even realize what was going on. By the time I did however, it was far too late. They were all gone. All dead. Or, I guess you could say that they are somewhat alive. They're living, after all. They're the living dead. I'm so stupid. I should have be faster, I should have noticed. Oh, but there isn't time now. I've got to go. Fast. Or I'll become one of them.

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Mood Ring

Many might see death and its companions (e.g. grief, depression etc.) as harmful experiences in life. But this story tries to tackle this perception and recount a story that portrays my view of death as an old friend that pays his visits not because he enjoys seeing you die, but because he cares about your transition. After all, life is what's killing us, death is just the observer, one that cares more about you than you might expect.