Expiration Stories

I lost everything. My family. Home. Myself. Just because I could see numbers... that indicate people's death. I like to call them 'expiration dates.' I want to be free from this curse, this burden of dreadful knowledge I obtain every time I make eye contact with people, but I can't die. It's not yet my time. The numbers can't be defied, no matter how hard I try. I've stopped trying a long time ago, but I have to risk again. I can't lose him. ...at least not yet.

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

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?

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.

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

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧s. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔.𝐀. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞? MAJOR EDITING!!!!

[Being Edited Along The Way] Based/Built Around MikaelaBender's series: Expiration Date, which is amazing and you should totally go read it for some extra information. Welcome to the world of destiny and fate, the world where your death date is known from birth; and there's no escaping it. Or is there? Simon Wright and Deidre Doniver are destined to die within a week of each other so naturally they're best of friends. In fact they even kissed once in third grade, but that was weird and its not the point. The point is Deidre doesn't trust the Society, and when Simon comes home from work one day and tells the story of being kidnapped by rebels Deidre's suspicions are confirmed. Fate can be changed. Or can it? Is there an actual possibility of becoming Expired or becoming Spoiled, dying before your Mark says so? Read to find out!

''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.

The three patients were given three different kinds of drugs supposed to be used for

"My name is Valerie Day, and I'm about to die." The last thing Valerie expects is to go to heaven. So when she slips into the afterlife like a shadow, and no one seems to notice her, will the fake innocence last? Can dead people fall in love? And the life and death question: will it come out that Valerie Day isn't just dead, she's a murderer?

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

A collection of stories that I have thought about and feel like putting somewhere on wattpad. You decide what you think of them and tell me whether I should continue them or not. They come from a variation of genres from romance, humor, to Fantasy. Check It out.;) And be sure to check out the latest stories, the newer ones are the better ones.

★On the 4/5/18 Mae is supposed to die.★ It's written in black ink on her arm. The day of her death passes and she faces the impossible, she's still alive; she's expired. The government has made a system where dates are shuffled randomly and given to a newborn child. These dates are when the child is destined to die and when they do, another soul can be born into the Trigg Society, leaving the population at the same number. They get told blood tests determine your death date but when Mae continues to live over her expiration date, she finds the answers to her questions. Starting with... it was one big lie. The secrets of the government gets unleashed. Everything is revealed. And it's horrendous what she discovers. ____________ Written in 2018 **** THIS IDEA IS FROM A STORY PROMPT, AND IS NOT COPIED FROM THE OTHER 'EXPIRATION DATE' BOOK ON WATTPAD. THIS BOOK HAS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORYLINE AND TWISTS STILL CONTAINING THE SAME IDEA.**** -I made a short film based on this in media, that is the reason to why I have written this as script as a book in the first part. BOOK FORM IS NOW BEING WRITTEN! ⭐️1ST PLACE IN THE GOLDEN AWARDS 2020 ⭐️1ST PLACE IN THE HIGH PEAK AWARDS 2020 🎉2ND PLACE IN THE GALACTIC AWARDS 2020 🎉2ND PLACE IN THE 2020 COALITION AWARDS 🎉2ND PLACE IN THE COALITION AWARDS 2020 COPYRIGHT® 🌹Book shoutouts on insta: wattpad_shoutitout

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.

What if the world turned upside down? Well, not literally, that would be a different story, but, you know what I mean. What if everything you though you knew, changed? What if, it ended? I mean the world, what if the world ended? Would you be scared, would you be brave? Would you poop your pants? Come on, be honest, would you? In Expiration Date, Carl is experiencing just that... no not pooping his pants, the end of the world. Can he survive? Will he find his family? What will he need to do to survive? Will he poop his pants? Well I guess you'll just have to read the book to find out.

This book is now officially called "Last Breaths" which was under the previous name called "Used to be us...". I remember reading Him by Pierre A Jeanty and I was truly inspired by it. This inspiration led me to write this book. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. *** To the one who loved 6.13.19 The expiration date was nearing I thought as I looked at the moon something so magnificent even with the fissures and scars. The heart-aching ritual of the heartbroken heartbreaker, lighthearted I used to be, but to my dismay, you had the deepest of my heart and, that's what I feared the most. . . . . . You taught me how to love yet I had to fight back for the sake of you for the sake of us, the road we were walking on became delicate, a second away from rifting and someone had to live. A ritual is a ritual, anyhow. ~From the one who didn't know what love was *** Just a bunch of letters put together to form a book of regret & romance.