10 points for best short story?

Question

10 points to the person who writes the short story I like best. It must start with the line

It would have been so much easier if he had only died...........

Answer 1

It would have been so much easier if he had only died. But instead he fought death to spite me. He stayed alive in a meaningless existance to force me to cater to his every whim. I glanced at him. My pathetic, egotistical father. He was laying on his bed, motionless. Paralyzed from the neck down, my father depended on me for his every need. I could just leave him here to rot. No one would know, or even care for that matter, but my sense of duty and obligation holds me back. And so, I remain here to bathe him, feed him, and suffer his stinging comments when he has the strength to speak. Despite mouth hanging open and the drool dripping ontohis nightshirt, his eyes still held the gleam of intelligence. He turned his head toward me and started moving his lips. I moved closer to hear what he had to say.
"My food," he growled hoarsly. "Get my food."
I sighed and went to fix him his dinner. When I returned. He was laying back on his pillow with his eyes closed. I carried his tray over and set it on his nightstand. There was no way I was going to let him sleep. If he wanted food, he was getting food. I shook his shoulder to wake him. He remained motionless. Not even an eyelid flickered. Impossible. He wouldn't make it that easy on me. Would he? Hands shaking, I reached for his wrist to feel for his pulse. Nothing. I was finally free. A smile hovering on my lips and only the smallest breath of regret, which I quickly buried, I reached for the phone to begin the blessed funeral arrangements.

Answer 2

It would have been so much easier if he had only died...That thought ran through my head as I carried the huge box containing all of my brother's baseball trophies up the three staircases to my parents attic. Shocked I paused on the landing. What was I thinking! I loved my brother but he could make me so mad sometimes. I didn't really want him dead! But...

My brother Robert was three years older than me and perfect! Yes, PERFECT! With a capital P. He was tall, 6'2", blonde, blue eyed, athletic and tan even during the winter. He got straight A's in school, was captain of both the baseball team and the football team, the lead in the school play three years running and still found time to volunteer at the local humane society twice a week. I, on the other hand, stood a mere 5'6" - if I stretched my tallest, had brown hair the exact shade of dog feces, dull brown eyes, and resembled your classic 98 lbs weakling. My grades were a constant embarrassment to my folks, I never got picked for sports teams and dog fur made me sneeze.

Why was I carrying my brothers beloved trophies to the attic you ask? Well, it all started about a month ago. Robert had bought a motorcycle with money he earned during the summer. My parents were against the idea, of course, but Robert just flashed that perfect smile and they melted. Dad even moved stuff in the garage so that he would have a place to park it.
Well, Robert was riding along and BAM! A car pulled out from the side street and hit him. They rushed him to the hospital but things didn't look good. They had a whole team of doctors working on him for two days. He was in the hospital for over a month.
Now he's home and in a wheelchair. He's paralzed from the waist down. There is permanent scarring on his face and they had to shave his head because of the surgery. The doctor said that he might even be able to talk again, in time.
Dad had me box up the trophies and stuff. Dad figures that they will just depress Robert. I think they depress my parents. Yes, it might have been easier if he had just died but...I look in Roberts eyes and I see a spark. A hint of all that he used to be. Miracles do happen, sometimes. Robert is still in there somewhere and I'm going to do my best to find him. The end.

Answer 3

It would have been so much easier if he had only died.

Now I was standing in the bathroom pondering the idea of life after death. And would I go to hell for doing what I was about to do?

I looked at my face intently in the mirror, searching for an answer to my problem. But all that stared back was the tired face of a woman about to play God.

I had done everything I could to work it out - I had put in more time and effort than anyone would have in my position. But on this morning when I awoke, I decided I was done with it all. I was ready, I was willing and I was able.

The incredibly filthy fish tank, half filled with water so dank that you couldn't see the plastic plants still floating silently, sat there watching me. I was done trying to clean it - it was just too much work for me to maintain and all I got was hell from my boyfriend for it.

The orange fish flopped one last time in my little net before I dropped him into the toilet and flushed.

Yes, it would have been easier if he had died, but when my boyfriend came home that afternoon, that's exactly what I told him had happened.

The End.

Answer 4

It would have been so much easier if he had only died. But life can be cruel sometimes. Just when we think the world is ours something hits you so hard it leaves you completely dazed and wondering why you didn't see it coming. Thats how is was the night I was out flying high with my lover. We watched the boats as they moved slowly down the canal. Such a peaceful, serene sight. I could hear the busy traffic flowing back and forth behind us but we kept our eyes locked on the boats.
Suddenly my lover sqealed "Try to catch me", and darted away from me. I didn't even have time to say anything. He flew right into the oncoming traffic. I saw him bounce off a windshield and land by the curb. I was at is side in an instant. He was still alive but his little firefly light was becoming dimmer. He tried to smile but I could tell he was in pain. His little black wings opened and closed as he told me to move on and find another mate. "Do it for the children", he said. "What will they chase on a summer night if we aren't here?" "How unselfish" I thought, as I flew to a nearby yard.

Answer 5

It would have been so much easier if he had only died, everyone not knowing where he is, but if he had just died we would all know he is in a better place. The war has drowned him, I feel like i can not hold on much longer, he expects me to wait, but all i do is think of when his dying day will come. Will war kill him?, oh ,I hope so, I can not bear the fact that hes in a place where hell is near,I just wish he had only died so I would know he is safe and i will not dwell on where he is.

Answer 6

It would have been so much easier if he had only died...I kept thinking as the car was speeding down the highway one September morning. It was cool and I needed coffee. That was the only though on my mind. I had been camping and was in a remote area and could not think of anything, except coffee. When I asked my husband if he would just pull into someone's driveway so I could knock on their door just to see if they would give me a cup, he said no way. I'm not crazy! And I thought to myself, it would have been so much easier if he had only died when I pushed him off the cliff yesterday...

Answer 7

It would have been so much easier if he had only died. I was never as close to my father as I was to my mother. The pain of losing her is unbearable, but I know that I wouldn't have cared if he died. It is a terrible thing to say, but it is the truth. What kind of relationship can I have with my dad when he refuses to look at me? I know that her loss can never be replaced by anything else. But now I only have him. Now without her here, I am lost. I am lost to her, lost to him and mostly I am lost to myself.

Answer 8

It would have been so much easier if he had only died but his soul always follow me in good stead, when I face some danger he helped me, I get back my confidence and started thinking if he would be still alive......

Answer 9

It would have been so much easier if he had only died. The girl stared down at her blood stained hands. Her wrists, covered with cuts here and there, stung as she blew cool cold air on them. 'Why couldn't he had just died' she thought.
"I don't want to kill anymore! " she had shouted at 'him' earlier, "I don't want to do your dirty work anymore!!"
In response, her wrists had been cut open, exposed to the humid air. She sighed as she picked up her gun and piece of paper with her next assignment on it.
Her gun fell out of her cold hands and clanged onto the floor as she stared at the paper in shock. Tears rolled off her cheeks and splashed down onto the floor. Obvisously this was her punishment for trying to strangle him.... Her next victim was her brother.....
THE END!

This was brought to you by the pitiful demonic imagination of Ember-baka!

Answer 10

It would have been so much easier if he had only died...so he did.