Expiration Stories

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫...

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 kn...

"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 o...

Ode à la persévérance.

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 f...

We're supposed to die in year 3000, or so the Society says. We've been living in fear since we could remember. After all, with only 137 days left to live before the Deci...

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'...

★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 expire...

A collection of poems I have written on the phase states of my brain.

This is a Mother's Day fan fiction, and all the credit goes to expired and expiration date.

"I never knew the end of the universe would be this colourful." Katarina Hyde is dying - welcome to her last moments. 'Scar Theory' excerpt; to be continued at...

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? W...

We are all born with the date of our deaths imprinted on our arms. Its society's way of saying, "we own you", because they do. They watch and control us. They...

Short Story, found the prompt online: At birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday. Enjoy and comment what yo...

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

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...

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 al...