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Cadaver Days

ioverthoughtthis

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Reads 87
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Parts 3
Time 34m

ioverthoughtthis

50s 60s anatomy cadáver history human humor lgbt love memories physiology science

No one told me that I'd be awake, no one told me about any of this at all... 

I remember quite clearly that the process to donate my body wasn't clear at all. The man in charge said my body could go several different places. It could be used for anything from dentistry to surgical practice. It might remain whole or it might be divided into pieces for use in different mediums. I might be used for one class or I might be used for ten. They might not even use my whole body; they may just need my bones. Supply and demand he had said. As I remember it, the only thing the man seemed sure of was that my body would be treated with the utmost respect by both students and staff of any institution I might be sent to, with any indiscretions being severely punished. Well, tell that to the freckled kid that sneezed into my abdomen.All Rights Reserved

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Recollections of the dead by SleepyPersonHere

The only thing left of him was his diary. That stupid diary he had made him write. The thing felt pointless now. How was it meant to help him, if he wasn't even here anymore? Dream knew he only wrote in it to keep him happy. To make him worry less. It felt so important at the time. How could he not worry about him? How could he not worry when Dream would find him confused about where he was, saying the last thing he remembered being something that happened days ago? The diary was meant to help. Help him keep track of things. It was useless now. Just holding the thing made him feel bitter and disgusted. What was the point? What use was a diary to a dead person? [ONE SHOT] [COVER: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/778700591844095511/]

Reborn as Bonnie Bennett by Fanfiction_TVD_

Dying wasn't part of my plan infact it wasn't planned also dying and waking up as the most Judgemental witch on the planet wasn't what I had in mind sure being a witch was nice and all but Bonnie seriously. multi x oc tvd fanfic don't read if it's not your cup of tea

CHIVALRY🥀 by Jaynhi

These words, "I'll kill any guy who comes close to you," and "If I don't have you, nobody else will." We took them too lightly. We all had things that happened to us which we vowed never to talk about. Secrets we kept. The lies we said. The heartaches that still hurts at night and the forbidden sex we had with other people. Above all, that one person who didn't fit in the fabulous life we lived. High school was trash. All the threats and fights which occurred made us hate the word 'School' Hoping college would be a good start for us, we held our heads up high like saints. If I'm to really confess what happened, I would say WE all KILLED him. Contains A Little Bit Of Mature Themes and Strong Language. Get Your Tissues Ready❤️

The Moon Shines On Starlight by Notyours_45

*Warning ahead content contains animal abuse It was dimmed. I couldn't see. Oh, but I could smell. The sweet scents all around me. Then I smelled her. I immediately knew who she was. My mother. My creator. I went over to her screaming my way between my two siblings. Although I was just a puppy, I could recognize my surroundings. When I was finished drinking the milk from my mother, I moved away. I felt a hard surface underneath me. There were plenty of other scents too. One that smelled delicious. I also couldn't hear, but I could feel movement. I was removed from the hard surface and handed a much softer place. There were these weird bumps over the softer surface. It moved me around, and I was set back down in place on the floor. A couple of weeks passed though I couldn't feel it. Each day felt as if I was still a newborn. Time was not essential in my mind. As I got older, my senses started to sharpen. I could see and hear, but the one thing I couldn't see was color. All I saw was black and gray. My mother was very furry, but so was I. I would often smell her, and I liked how her scent smelled sweet. When I could, I would find food around a dumpster. We were learning more as we got older. I had two sisters and two brothers, as I was one of the girls. We spoke to each other often, my siblings and me. "Let's go, children." Mother said to us in a soft voice. We knew how to communicate. When we fought over food mother, would tell at us. I didn't like being in trouble. I was usually quiet. One day I learned the soft surface that I had encountered was a human hand. I had felt that same surface when a human came up to us. The human loaded all of us in their vehicle. We came upon this strange building. The human let us out in this strange building. There were many scents. I couldn't place them all at once. I concentrated on one specific scent. Strawberry. It smelled so sweet, and it started to hurt my nose.

Forever His by KaedeT

It was now nighttime and I returned to my room which was very dark. The curtains were closed, strange I'm sure it was open this morning... Whatever. I put my bag down and went straight into the shower. I didn't spend a long time inside cause I was very tired and wanted to sleep. It was an exhausting day, I searched for some work, but like usual I failed... I sighted. I went out of the bathroom with only a towel around my waist and started to sit down when someone pushed me into the floor. Shit! Who was that? What did he want? I was very afraid and I had a lot of question passing my mind in this few seconds but didn't want to submit to my aggressor. I groaned and tried to get myself up, but he... Yeah, he was too strong and big to be she... Put his knee on my back and started to tie my hands together with some rope. Was he trying to kidnap or tie me? I froze in fear for a few seconds and stopped moving. I suppose he let his guard down since I stopped struggling, so I took this chance and flipped us over. It was now my turn to be on top and somehow succeeded to untie myself. I was lucky he didn't have time to fully tie me yet, so it was kind of easy. It was dark, so I couldn't see his face, but I still put my hands around his throat and started to strangle him a bit. 'W-Who are you and w-what do y-you want?' I asked trying to hide my fear that I miserably failed. '...' He still didn't respond, I was starting to loose control on myself. His silence was killing me and I started to shake in fear. Then he spoke and caught all my attention: 'You're so cute when you're afraid pet.' I froze, I recognized this voice and my fear turned to be true. All the struggling to escape, to disappear, to forget about him now came back in an instant. I was now trembling constantly losing all control of my body, my hand lets go of the man throat and all I could do was shakily say: 'Dimitri...' THIS IS A BOYXBOY STORY, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!

The Heart Five by TheFallasleepSeries

Essence... spirit... that which gives meaning to life. It isn't the soul which is necessary for life. Even when a mortal has a soul, without essence... the mortal becomes an empty shell existing for nothing. Our father, he created us pure and perfect. He doesn't want us to soil our bodies and so he never gave us body parts for procreation. When we rebelled against him because we wanted to have relationships with our own kind, he had no choice but to allow. But with his decision, we are no longer perfect... but we are still pure. Is it because we were jealous of his other creation that we wished to love and procreate? No that's not the only reason. Perfection can be achieve through completeness. Right now we are like mannequins. I thought that this was the only problem amongst our brethren. Then, some of us requested our father about experiencing rebirth so that they can change erase the accumulated memories from specific essences collected from mortals. The Rebirth System... the main reason for the first war where we fell apart and the second reason why this story exists...

Apocalypse: The Healer's Story by Devilbesideyou1320

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up in a body that wasn't yours? I can't say that I had ever given it much thought. That was until one night when a patient entered the ER where I was working at and shot me point blank in the head. You know, if he wanted a second opinion, all he had to do was ask. But that's besides the point... Some how, some way, I work up in a strange hospital with a woman that looked suspiciously like my mother holding my hand and crying. Over joyed to see her, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was no longer the 25 year old, successful doctor at one of the most prestigious hospitals in the world. Nope, I was a much, much younger... You might know me as the Healer, but this is my story to tell. WARNING!!! This will turn into a reverse harem where she does not have to pick. Mature Content, Trauma, and Vulgar Language on Board. PS. You don't need to read "Apocalypse: Third Rebirth" to understand this story. But still recommended to read it 1st, before this. For those who already read it... The "Ranch" you all looking for in that story will be explain here. Enjoy!

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I died. But that's wasn't the end of the story (obviously). It was actually the beginning. Because, apparently, I was too young to die so I had a second chance. A second chance at living. The problem? I was reborn as Elena Gilbert, and I don't know how that's gonna play out. . . . Eh. We'll see. At least I know it will be fun! Her life was anything but boring! ༄ [TVD-SI-REBORN] [S1-?] [COMPLETED] [SEQUEL-TWO GIFTS FROM GODS] [warning: elena bashing with no real cause (i wrote this a couple years ago when i was first starting and it's far (far) from great]

A Lovely Life by MarcosMorales159

Journey with me back in time as I rewrite the first Journal I kept from when I was in high school, and see that maybe even with how horrible life is most of the times, there are little things spread throughout that make life worth living. My high school experience was full of drama, tears, laughter, and most of all constant search of love, and approval of the people around me. I can't always get what I want in this world. Life is a beautiful mess. It's not perfect, and filled with a lot of disappointments, and heartbreak. There are moments when it all feels too much, but there's not much we can do other than go with the flow of things.

I'd Live For You, If Only I Could (Completed) by Pentaholicfruitler

*Mitch POV* I knew something was wrong when I couldn't breathe. It was in the middle of our social studies lesson for the day, and I tried to take a breath. All that happened was worse suffocation. Being twelve, I didn't handle it well. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was an odd sounding croak. My teacher hushed me. But someone sitting next to me looked at me and noticed how pale I looked, or noticed that tears were welling in my eyes and I was drooping. I wrapped my hands around my throat seconds before I blacked out. That was only the first instance. In the time that I was unconscious, my lungs filled with fluid and I almost died. I was out for nearly two days, and my parents really thought that I would die. I vaguely remember hearing my mom crying while I couldn't open my eyes, and my dad telling her that maybe it was just my time and they had to let me go. But then I woke up, and the fluid had been drained from my lungs. I spent a while more in the hospital, and in that time, my parents found out that I had cancer. It had been determined that I probably wouldn't live much longer, maybe three months at the most. The conversation was happening outside my room, where I was supposed to be asleep, but I still heard the whole thing. What I remember most is my mom's sobs.

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Recollections of the dead

The only thing left of him was his diary. That stupid diary he had made him write. The thing felt pointless now. How was it meant to help him, if he wasn't even here anymore? Dream knew he only wrote in it to keep him happy. To make him worry less. It felt so important at the time. How could he not worry about him? How could he not worry when Dream would find him confused about where he was, saying the last thing he remembered being something that happened days ago? The diary was meant to help. Help him keep track of things. It was useless now. Just holding the thing made him feel bitter and disgusted. What was the point? What use was a diary to a dead person? [ONE SHOT] [COVER: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/778700591844095511/]