Buried In The Sky Novels & Stories

“Not buried in the snow, but here. Hanging over my head like a storm.” My stomach plummets. I lurch back, shaking my head. “That's not possible. You said he died. He was buried.” Silence. Deimos' voice breaks. “We buried flowers, Anesha– not a body. A single white lotus.”

Vincent’s ears twitched as he strained for any hint of a whisper or a scream—anything at all. "Camela!" His roar erupted from deep within him, echoing strangely without any actual sound. His lips moved, his throat burned with effort, but the grave swallowed every trace of sound. He pressed his claws against his ears in frustration and snarled, “What kind of trick is this?” The tombstone glowed brighter, and the name Vincent Fox throbbed like a heartbeat. Slowly, faint letters began to carve themselves beneath it: “Buried but not broken. Dead but not gone.”

Because deep in the code beneath the layers she built something else moved. A hidden process. A spark of him. Still alive. Watching.

"All right. Thank you." With that, I linked my arm through my mother's. Together, we slowly walked out of the cafe. The sunlight was beautiful. And warm. The rain had passed, and the sky was clear again. My life was about to begin again too.

The graveyard was so neat. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the thick blanket of snow. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind, a city block for the dead. Life is but a roaming shadow, a pitiable thespian. Who struts and frets his few moments upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale imparted by a foolish wit, full of noise and fury... yet meaningless nonetheless.

"The sky is beautiful, isn't it?" Elena turned to look at Daniel, then the sky. It was a beautiful star studded night sky. "It is," she replied as she smiled on realizing they were still holding hands. The rooftop was truly calm. No people and the only source of light it got was from the stars and nearby street lights. "You said you had something to tell me," Elena said, a quizzical smile on her face. "I'm here, sooo." "You said you had something to say too."

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

They buried beneath them. I felt so alive. A smile breaks out on my face. I finally stand and look up at the sky. I did it… I hit my chest looking up at the dark sky.

The voice on the other end of the line rose, cutting through the speaker so sharply it seemed to rattle the dishes on the table. "I found Julian 440 yards above Camp One, at the bottom of a cliff. His whole body is frozen solid. And he was still clutching a torn piece of note in his hand."