Expiration Stories

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

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.

In a world where every person is born with a tattoo that marks the exact date of their death, life is predictable-until one man wakes up to find his tattoo has vanished. No numbers. No fate. No end. Is he free from death, or has he become an error the universe intends to erase?

ps the animation and game are not own by me that goes to the steam makers valve so thats it

Dex, Sprite and Ponyboy are three brothers struggling to survive a zombie apocalypse. With their parents gone, their quarantine zone overrun, bandits around every corner, and only three backpacks, two knives and an axe, Dex tries to raise his two baby brothers all alone. When Dex kills a few members of a group called the Martial Law Republic, they begin to hunt the three brothers down. Their only safe haven comes in the form of a town of cannibals with their eyes on Sprite and Ponyboy. Will Dex risk he and his brothers' lives in the wild, hunted by the Martial Law Republic? Or will he spend every waking moment protecting his brothers from lecherous cannibals?

A short poem inspired by some rotten bananas I saw on a market stall. Is this really about bananas though? Society's warped views and expectations. Reality hidden behind perfection.

*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

''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.

Donations is what he runs on, the unwanted and the worn.

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.

The music faded into the background during dinner. It was Christmas Eve. Clarissa watched as her beautiful child as she ran across the floor being chased by her father. Rosalie was only four and already her big curls were swinging at her hips. Her big sea green eyes looked identical to Eric's. Her nose even resembled his so well that when Clarissa looked at her husband she often called him Rosalie. Eric swooped down and lifted his laughing daughter into the air when they heard a knock on the door. Rosalie immediately quite laughing and looked at me with wondering eyes. "Go to your room Rosalie. Now!" Eric swatted her away. Clarissa followed her.

In the world of Aris, everyone is born with a date on their right arm. This date written is the day that they expire, the die. It is impossible to die before they date given on your arm. Some people fear this date, and others impress it. Read to find out how Willow, a 15-year-old girl impresses the date. And find out to see if she can help a girl who struggles to accept her date.

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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.

A taylor caniff love story. He bullied her. She cuts. He lies. She believes. She had no walls. She thought if she had no walls nobody could break them. He proved her wrong. Will she find love in another

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)

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

Writing out my pain of moving away to college and setting a expiration for my love. The transition is hard, the pain is worse. Using this as a method to cope so I don't lose my grasp on reality.

"After years of hiding, it was time to face his past and put an end to the thing that ruined everything" The city is destroyed, there is no one in sight, and he is losing his mind. What happened to the city and why is he going back?