Short Story Publisher
Death Short Stories
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Death is painful. It ends a whole life. Sometime there are many unfolded stories around a death making death mysterious. Read short stories and poems on deaths and experiences of nears and dears after this tragic event.
She had a big deep scar on her forehead which was enough to spook me up. Her expressionless face and innocent eyes were hiding some deep dark secrets. (Reads: unavailable)
We always had the notion that Jennifer never had any hint of all this. The way she accepted me ,it never even crossed our mind that she could even have any idea what was going on behind her. (Reads: unavailable)
Being a birth blind can deeply and morally affect the way you spend your life, the way you interact with people and you have to face lots of and tons of problems in life. (Reads: unavailable)
I should live my life positive with all the good examples, I just delete any messages that come to me. Frustrated man frustrated with this thing called living and for what. (Reads: unavailable)
Everyone has their best moments in life, This is about my best 30 seconds of life which has turned out to be the only best moment in my entire life. (Reads: unavailable)
I saw a few drops of my tears on the paper. “HELLO, OLD FRIEND.” I heard John’s voice. I was scared no more. Only full of grief. John approached me. (Reads: unavailable)
Hima and Varun tried their maximum to forget the past and start a new life. One evening she welcomed him with the happiest news that he is going to become a father. (Reads: unavailable)
Teach the child to be wealthy, And acquire everything that is foreign, and this advice session continues for ever, We live like what others said. (Reads: unavailable)
Sweat began to trickle down his face. Who’s photographs are these? He discovered himself blowing out the candles and then cutting the cake but the girl standing beside him isn’t Yamini but Radhika, his ex who suicided last year. (Reads: unavailable)
Whatever the reason was, amongst all that grief, she still managed to pull off a faint smile for her son. And that’s the sort of person I aspired to be. (Reads: unavailable)