Buried In The Backwater Novels & Stories

They led me to a hidden bunker, underground entrance camouflaged by vines and thick earth, the heavy door concealed so well it might have gone unnoticed for years. The door hissed open with a reluctant groan, revealing dim corridors lit by flickering bulbs that struggled to stay alive, dust motes dancing in the weak light. Cobwebs clung to corners, equipment lay abandoned under layers of grime, and the air carried a stale, forgotten thickness beneath the chemicals and blood. This place had been abandoned for a while… months, perhaps longer… yet the familiar stench of Jade’s work lingered, turning my stomach with memories of the last bunker.

he practically snarls, and the thuds cease as my blood goes ice cold. Seconds feel like years before I hear the devil sigh. "The bure is jammy the old soith exhausted me. Bring me a drink. These females always stick together. Sick or not, that gammy bure will work tomorrow," he grumbles, and my heart rejoices as I hear their footsteps move away.

All night, everything from the past played out in my mind like a movie. The next morning. I struggled out of the bedroom with my weakened body. The door to the guest room was open. A piece of lacy lingerie lay at the foot of the bed, clearly visible. I smiled faintly and glanced at the time. It was time to bring this farce to an end.

Mikhail buried the memories, now bitter in his heart. The past was the past, and he should not dwell on those dark days and forget to live. He looked out to the sea. Beneath the mist-covered cliffs, the white froth of the ocean churned against the rocky beaches, forming tiny inlets that had once hosted a place for the men and women of Cornwall to catch fish or raid the shoreline for the flotsam and jetsam of shipwrecks, provided by unfortunate captains who'd underestimated the dangers of the coast.

A smile slowly tugged at the corner of my mouth. He had finally shown himself. At that moment, shards from the broken tube in the inner pocket near my chest pierced into my flesh, sending a sharp pain through me. My vision went black, and I passed out completely.

Hence, I would stealthily wipe my tears away and murmur with envy, "That's nice. I envy your mommy for always having someone by her side." Now, the irony of it all was suffocating. My best friend, who had stayed with me through my days in the hospital while I struggled with depression, was the same person who slept beside the man I loved at night.

She finally put down my photo and cooked a full table of dishes I loved once. However, no one ate much. Dad, who never touched alcohol, drank bottle after bottle in silence. That night, Mom slid into the bathtub after filling it to the brim with water. Then she held my photo to her chest and sang a lullaby before closing her eyes. In the next room, Dad lay drunk on the bed, turned away from the bathroom door. He squeezed his eyes shut as a single tear rolled down his cheek and onto the sheets. The next morning, Dad buried her. He was calm and quiet, his back a little more hunched than the day before.

Elias hissed, his voice a jagged rasp. He kicked through a weakened section of the foundation, breaking into the Victorian brickwork of the London sewer system. The air was foul—thick with the scent of waste and ancient damp—but to a surveyor, it was a highway. He knew these tunnels; he had mapped them when they were nothing but open trenches in the 1800s. He began to run, his vampiric stride eating the distance. The water splashed around his boots, black and oily. He held Cat to his chest, his head bowed over hers. He was siphoning his own remaining strength just to keep her temperature stable.

I died on my birthday, right as the candle melted into a pool of wax. I thought death would end everything, but it didn't. Somehow, I became an invisible and intangible wisp of a ghost drifting through the world. I always found myself uncontrollably drifting back to my ex-girlfriend, Audrey Hades. I watched her pull a failing company back from the brink of bankruptcy and build it all the way to a successful IPO. She transformed from a workplace novice to a rising star of the business world.

They were there to test the strength of their defences. Shifting back to his human form, Joseph went to the truck and put on his clothes. "What do you think?" Adam asked when he entered the truck. Brian joined them and sat at the back while the rest of the men took care of the mess. They would have to dig a ditch and do a mass burial. Luna Amber had banned burning corpses, so a mass burial would do just fine. Adam was behind the wheel while Joseph sat in the passenger's seat. "How did it start, Brian?" Joseph asked his Gamma, who was also his friend.