Wastingaway Stories

"Someone help me!" I screamed as I held the knife over my wrist. Tears ran down my face and I didn't know what to do all I knew is that I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted someone to help me but I didn't want anyone to know what Josh was doing to me.

Nagisa was just trying to teach his class of dllinkwents when he got a phone call

Once we are born, we die. Once we die, we are alive. Each and every single one of us has our own death clock. And behind that death clock stands our own death, cloaked in his hooded cloak. He watches us, slowly kill ourselves. He shakes our time clocks to move our time along faster. He sits us down on his living room shelf, waiting...and waiting... and waiting...until it is time. He sees that we are almost dead. He comes over, picks us up. He has waited for years, for us to die. His victory is upon him. Life has drained us, in so many ways, but right. As we have went about our lives, we have had fun times and bad times. Depending on how many times death has shaken our clock, we might have had more good times than bad times. We die. Once our time has run out, we can see our lives flash right in front of our eyes. The reason being, is death is taking one last look into our lives. He wants too see how our lives went, seeing as how he just left us to do our own bidding. Hopefully, your life was well worth it. If you do believe in life. If you do not believe in life, than you will not have a care in the world. Do you see what I see? Do you see how life may or may not even mean anything? Do you see that we are just puppets in someone else's world? Do you see my point of view? Are your eyes open now? Have you realize that your life really meant nothing? Open not only your eyes, but your mind. If they are both not opened at the same time, than you will know nothing. We are just living life the way that society shows us. They show us that we have to get married, have kids, have a successful career. What they do not show is YOU living life for YOU. They do not care to show what is is to rebel. Now, that you have realized that, it's too late now. You are died. Wish you would have known that sooner, don't you?

Depressed mailman, Tom has an epiphany.

"Watch as Draco Malfoy dies, still under his father's Imperius." A quick one-shot. What if Draco Malfoy was controlled by his father since he was born? What if no one knew the true Draco Malfoy? 05/27/2022 - #28 in #dying 03/06/2022 - #5 in #flashfic

A free style poem about slowing wasting away