Story cover for Play Slay by danEXOlord
Play Slay
  • WpView
    Reads 55
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 17m
  • WpView
    Reads 55
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 17m
Ongoing, First published Jul 19, 2019
A play of Death, Can Love rise amidst of this Killing Chaos?

In a world that's full of judgement, a world full of laws. Can someone find their own peace? Can they run from this chaos? Can they escape this reality? Can they do anything they want?
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Play Slay to your library and receive updates
or
#74phana
Content Guidelines
You may also like
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
The Silent Host (boyxboy OHSHC) cover
Will You Love Me Back ✔️✔️ cover
World Outside (On Hiatus) cover
The Ugly Duckling [Completed] cover
♡ ᴍʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ♡ cover
Sh**ty World cover
Falling [boyxboy complete] cover
Once Again cover
Clueless cover
The Draft (boyxboy+) cover

The Silent Host (boyxboy OHSHC)

36 parts Complete

Cover by siimplyisaac Words. Everyone takes them for granted, using them non-stop, screaming them, laughing them, blurting them. But what about when they're dying? Are they strong enough to scream out their last words? To laugh out their final sentence? To blurt out the last thing people will remember of them? Your dying words mean everything. It's what people remember you saying last and it shouldn't be something stupid which if you get used to saying stupid things, I believe you won't have any control of what you say when you die. So words are valuable, and I, James Hunter, won't waste them. Of course I'll speak when it's important but I don't think I'll speak for anything other than that. But I'm dying and I don't want to be, but the choice isn't mine to make. My body- my heart has made up its mind, I'm going to die, I just have to accepting it. And if I'm going to die, I want to be remembered, I want them to visible see my face, feel my touch and hear my voice from my final hours of living. I want my family to know everything I've been holding in and I want my friends to remember me as strong. So what I'm going to die? Everyone does at one point. I'll just die sooner than expected and medication won't do anything to stop it, only postpone it and I don't want it postponed, when I'm ready... I'm ready and I want my heart to be on the same page as I am.