Bury Your Dead Novels & Stories

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

GRAVEYARD~~ EVENING Olivia buried her daughter with the same hands that once held her the first time she entered the world. Nobody came with her to the graveyard, but she did not want anyone there anyway. At that moment, all she wanted was silence. She sat beside the freshly covered grave and slowly placed her trembling hand on it while tears rolled endlessly down her cheeks. All these years, she had only dreamed about Lily receiving a new heart and finally leaving the hospital healthy. Never once had she imagined burying her instead.

“What are you talking about?” Dimitri’s sneer faded as his horrible face came even closer, “Don’t even play with me! You’re the reason he’s dead, so I’m gonna get my revenge on your little buddy Nate,” he yelled, spit landing just under my eye before he backed up a little. Not enough.

The folks watching nearby started whispering and pointing. "She didn't even research properly. She's pretending to be a dead woman whose body's probably dust by now!" "Exactly. Trying to pass herself off as the richest man's wife. She should take a look in the mirror!" I said nothing. I walked toward my parents' urns, the ones being used as flower pot bases, planning to dig them out and rebury them properly. Digby stepped in first and kicked one of the ceramic urns hard. It shattered instantly. My parents' ashes spilled across the ground, mixing with dirt and fertilizer.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

Burn them. The words land heavier than they should because that's expected. When dealing with unknown enemies, you burn the bodies immediately. No hesitation. It prevents the use of dark magic, stops resurrection rituals, and ensures they can’t be brought back stronger. Some spells feed on the dead. Some use corpses as vessels. You don’t bury threats like that. You erase them. So why does— “There’s no need for that,” Keal cuts in quickly. His voice lowers, almost like he doesn’t want the words to carry. “Just bury them.”

Maya glanced at the butler, who gave a subtle nod before ordering the servants to dig up the grave. As soon as the coffin was pried open, Suzy, standing at the edge, was suddenly shoved from behind by Maya. The force caught her off guard, and Maya sneered, "Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish! Bury her alive—quickly!"

How sweet it would be right now to feel nothing. This didn’t happen, though. There was no clemency. She was, and always would be, anchored to this delusional planet. To this hurt. Somebody up there, please help us. We’re dying down here. Can’t you see that? Our land is honeycombed with tombs, and it’ll crumble under our feet one day. Soon. I’ll build a bridge from me to you out of corpses. Just promise me you’ll be there when I arrive. You need to pinkie-swear I won’t be alone.

She wiped it away mechanically, her words growing faint. "The doctors say it's karma - stage four lung cancer. Three months left." She placed the pendant carefully in my mailbox, then clasped her hands in a wordless plea, looking up at me with desperate hope. "Can I ask you one thing... just one? After I die... could you bury me near you? That's all I want." The scars she'd carved into my soul refused to heal. I couldn't offer the comfort she sought. Understanding flashed in her reddened eyes, now swimming with tears of remorse. She said nothing more.