Buried To The Hilt Novels & Stories

The moon began to hide. Burying a man is not just digging a hole. It’s admitting that he existed. And you’re done with it. The sound of the shovel cutting through the earth was dry and rough. Each blow was accompanied by a memory that I did not want to have. The moment he fell, the empty gaze, the silence. The earth smelled strong, moist, almost alive. I threw it sideways one, two, three times, until the hole seemed deep enough. But it never was. Nothing would be enough.

Kelsa realized that the doctor's plan was feasible but extremely difficult to execute. How were they going to hide two life babies from two scary bodybuild guards without them making a sound? Actually, this basement did not have a window. It was specifically designed with only one way to exit. The door. What could they do? "Yes! I know what to do!" Doctor Brown said excitedly as he thought of a plan immediately. He used gauze to cover the mouth of the little ones and used plaster to shut them up. After that, he hid them behind the door in an orderly manner.

Uncle Harry has no family and friends, so no one will ever come looking for him. We don't have any neighbors because of how poor the infrastructure in this particular part of the street is, so I look at Mom, and she nods, the last option; we bury him in our yard. I rush into the apartment and return with a shovel. The worms in my stomach and tired muscles are revolting against me to drop the shovel and reverse my little energy, but I ignore the hunger and lower myself and start digging. Tired, sweating, panting, and covered in breath, I keep digging until it's 6 ft deep, or I think it's 6 ft deep, then we push Uncle Harry's lifeless body into his grave.

Because if I did— And he wasn’t real— “I saw you,” I said, my voice trembling despite everything. “I saw—” My throat tightened. “I buried you.” The words hung between us. He didn’t react the way I expected. No denial. No confusion. Just… Understanding. “I know,” he said quietly. My chest tightened. “You’re dead,” I whispered. The word felt wrong even as I said it. Because he didn’t look dead. Didn’t feel like absence. He felt like—

She said with utter confusion stricken across her face. "We're not looking for an exit, we're looking for Gunther." He eyes flooded with fear. She went to say something but before she could I pushed off with every ounce of power and ran, I ran as fast as I could. These tunnels were hundreds of miles long and wide. I didn't have that much time. I quickly shifted and rushed away. I mind linked Jordie, "You and Thomas make sure no one penetrates these walls, Use deadly force. I will be back as soon as I can, There's some one I needed to find first."

My wolf, curled up in the depths of my consciousness, was trembling and whimpering softly. I forced myself to calm down. Suppressing the surge of emotion, I quickly checked the pod. The air inside was already thin and bitterly cold. One corner of the pod had collapsed, and the steel plating had snapped into jagged hooks that could fall at any moment. But there was still hope. I clenched my teeth and crawled toward the storage compartment. Although my hand was cut open as a result, I hurriedly began rummaging through the remaining supplies.

Then, with a slow, brutal push, he buried himself in her. "AHHHH! YES! EDDIE! OH GOD!" she wailed, her fingers digging into the padding of the chair. He was so deep I thought he’d come out the other side. He didn't start fast. He stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, letting her stretch around him.

Make fifteen bodies to be buried tomorrow. Ombro ordered all its members to work, preparing for tomorrow's ceremony. They buried all the bodies, in one big hole…that way it would be easier. They will be lined up and buried together. Today, some grown men dug the ground at the edge of the camp.. a loose soil.. former of sugarcane bed. They cut down the sugar cane first, then they dug it five meters deep. Soon the tomb will be marked…and only their camp will recognize it.

She would be sneaking through it to bury them. ***

She pointed to the sweatshirt that laid on the floor. “See, she was wrong!” Cathy said to him. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Alexander said, looking at Lois. “It means that she is inside the ground. It means that she is buried. That was why I couldn’t find her when I did the first spell. She wasn’t on the surface of the earth. She was in it, below the surface. She is buried right here!” Lois said, fear written in her voice. Alexander picked up the sweatshirt and with a force stronger than him, the sweatshirt was pulled back to the ground. Alexander looked at her. She said a couple of words and then the sweatshirt became lifeless again. Bennie squatted to inspect the ground.