Buried In The Backwater Novels & Stories

Perhaps it had simply been buried beneath hurt. Buried beneath disappointment. Buried beneath years of silence. And now, little by little, it was finding its way back into the light.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

I hid in an empty lot near the market. But unfortunately, I didn't notice there was an unfinished drainage canal there until it was too late. I fell right into it. Waist-deep black water. And to make things worse, the bag of meat and vegetables I'd been carrying floated around in the filthy water with me. I climbed out, drenched from head to toe, and sat on the ground, panting. What a miserable life. Even my food had turned into sewer trash. "Fuck!" I froze and frowned.

This look will bring back memories of their nightmares. I can't wait to see them now that they've sunk to the ground and returned to their original place. The mud remains mud. Garbage remains garbage. Dirt remains dirt. I'll return them to their rightful place. I'll return them to their proper place. **

It didn't take long until her cheeks were swollen like she was a squirrel carrying a big stockpile of food. A concerned Timothy pulled her up, and an old album slid out of her arms. The cover was our photo from when we were still in high school. I was in the center, a big, stupid grin plastered across my face. Timothy's arm went around my shoulder and wrapped itself around Zoe. His eyes were filled with the tenderness I'd never seen. So, they had been going behind my back since then. "Melanie, for old times' sake, please forgive me! We promised we'd grow old together as besties, remember?" Zoe was sobbing, trying to connect to me with our history.

Chapter: 101 ******** VALE: Nestled within the embrace of towering oaks and whispering pines, the family burial ground lay cloaked in a serene hush, a sanctuary of remembrance. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the weathered stones that marked the final resting places of generations. The air was thick with the scent of earth and blooming wildflowers, a testament to life amidst the stillness of death.

It had buried something inside her too. And I didn’t know if it would ever come back.

The things we buried with lies. I’d cleaned up loose ends tonight. But ghosts don’t die quietly. They leave echoes. And those echoes were already finding their way back.

I mind-linked. He looked at me funny. "We buried them." "Dig them up and toss them in the woods; they don't deserve to be laid to rest. I want the buzzards to feast." He nodded. In the north, we never buried our dead; they were always burnt, but I knew it was a southern thing to bury bodies, and that seemed too good for Jack and his men. I stood and stretched. I didn't want to dwell on what might have been done. Well, at least I didn't want to wallow in it, but more importantly, I didn't wish for Cade to see me wallowing.

The merfolk feel the sense of detachment as the familiar surroundings vanish, replaced by the enigmatic ambiance of the catacombs. As the merfolk glide down the spiral tunnel, their eyes are drawn to the inscriptions adorning the walls. Faint traces of merscript and symbols are etched into the stone, hinting at the ancient wisdom and stories that once resided within these catacombs. Though time has worn them down, the remnants of the carvings remain, offering glimpses into the history and significance of this hidden realm.