Bury Your Dead Novels & Stories

Pure agony, my deep guttural cries as I felt and saw my eye being gouged out by my own father with his favourite dagger I had grown up watching him sharpen. All while feeling the familiar hot stream of blood grasping its hot hands on my cheek as it fell, pouring as I wailed until it was all over. The only vision remaining in my right eye. The left a burning, crimson pool of the reminder my mother was dead– meaning a part of me had to die with her, even if it were just the beautiful blue eyes she had given me. But it was caved, only echoing voices remaining and screams shattering through the room that I wasn't aware if they were mine or not. I was now a Romano inside and out.

He was selfish, through and through. The next morning, I stepped out of my room carrying the urn. Mike was still kneeling on the floor. It had only been one night, but he looked like a wreck—his eyes swollen and bloodshot, his hair a tangled mess, his face pale as a ghost. When he saw me, he tried to stand, but his legs had gone numb from kneeling too long. He wobbled, then collapsed back to the ground. His gaze landed on the urn in my arms, and he knew—I was taking my mom to be laid to rest.

AT THE CEMETERY The coffin is lowered into the ground. The priest stood by the grave said and said in a loud voice to the hearing of people gathered to pay their last respect, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!” He traces the sign of the cross of the grave.

According to Frank Aubrey, there was no better way to end a tour than to have me spread-eagled on a medical bed. The healing quarters of SouthPoint Pack and Feywin cemetery had one thing in common—the concentrated smell of impending death. Where one had already prepared a piece of land to bury my body, the other had prepared all the instruments I would need for a more mental and social death.

A WEEK LATER >>BURIAL GROUND<< It was a burial of the deceased souls and everyone was festooned in black dresses, they were either crying or sobbing as they watch the four caskets being put to rest 6ft in the ground while the reverend's father was praying. It was Mammy Julianna, Mrs. Vanessa, Lucy, and Lady Bellamy's burial. >>FLASHBACK ON THE BOOM CRASH<< While Lucy and Gabrielle were fighting, Lucy wanted to push her down the stairs.

At first, Chad told Sonya to leave through the window to tell Caroline of Darren's decision. After that, he turned to Darren. "This is called the Thanatos Emblem. If no one wakes you up in three days, you'll be dead." Darren nodded determinedly. "I've long prepared a cemetery. After the fake death, bury me. And take me out at night." Chad nodded and took out a short needle, poking it into the back of Darren's head. At the same time, Darren took his last breath and became a dead person. After that, Chad looked at Darren deeply and left the room through the window.

CHAPTER SIX They held a funeral for the bits and pieces of Aleta they could find. It wasn’t much. Marie chose to have her cremated and then there was even less. She kept her in a jar in the living room. She had always believed in burial, but had dreams of wolves digging Aleta’s bones up at night, gnawing on them and taking them away off to some dark magical forest. Night after night. So in the jar she went, and the jar was placed high, and when her mother died she cremated her as well and set them side-by-side.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.