Bury Your Dead Novels & Stories

Her protuberant eyes were opened wide, staring right across the screen. Who could this be if not Rose? When Jay, who had OCD, saw Rose's dead image, all sympathy and mercy inside him vanished. "No! Tell me, where is she buried?" "No. 674 in Mountain's Fork Cemetery.” Jay clutched the child and hurried back into the house. In a nearby spot, Rose watched from the window of her brown car as Jay’s tall figure retreated into the house. There was a sour look in her eyes. Even the news of her death did not disrupt his calm expression.

Evelyn felt the world tilt beneath her feet. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as her mind raced, struggling to process the words that had just left Lilly’s mouth. What does she mean by ‘I raised her’? Evelyn’s fingers trembled as she clutched at her dress, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. My Lilly died. I buried her. The memory flashed in her mind like a cruel ghost—the small, lifeless body, the burial, the grief that had consumed her. I buried her. My baby is dead.

She whispered through clenched teeth, “You’re not done with me, are you? Even dead, you’re still playing your games.” Her gaze fell on the phone again, that message glowing like a ghostly whisper. Wipe your tears, my little lion. This is for good. Zara wiped her face, her tears mixing with the faintest, dangerous smile. If this was a game her father started… then she would finish it. Even if it meant burning everything down. THE BURIAL The day of the funeral was cold and cruel. The press swarmed like crows, flashing cameras at every tearless face.

“What makes you so sure she’s dead? How can you say that like you’re so certain?” “Because I am ,” he said quietly. “Then prove it,” I said. My heart was racing now. “Where is she buried?” Silence. Then he answered, cold and simple. “She wasn’t buried.” I froze. “What?” I whispered. “Her body was never found.” A short, sharp laugh left me before I could stop it. I shook my head. “Now you’re really messing with me,” I said. “So she’s dead, but not buried, but her body was never found? Do you even hear yourself, how are so sure she’s dead?”

"I am certain of the code. It is an internal Armenise family authorization, the same one that appears on every payroll sheet and every property deed and every transfer order I have translated since I arrived. The date is two years ago. The target is Lorenzo Armenise. The signatory is a single initial, and the only T in the family hierarchy with the authority to authorize a kill order is Don Tobia." She lifts the pail from the well wall and sets it on the ground at her feet. "The priest who buried my mother is still alive. He is old now, older than me, but he remembers what this family did to the people who worked the land before the Armenise name was on the deeds. He has been waiting for som

We would pretend instead that we trying to escape our reality by digging our way out of our troubles. After a certain age , we kind of stopped it. Instead we just buried it like every other adult would. We continue digging – it has been a while since we have spoken. We dig deeper and deeper , trying the dig the best hole we can. I can not help but sniffle a few times , as I mourn the murder of my bunny. After we dig a big enough grave for her , I sit back. I pay no attention to my clothes getting dirty by the earth soil – I pay no attention to the world around me. I feel my heart ache as I watch Andrew lowering the dead bunny in to it’s grave. I begin sobbing as I watch a small creature with

And weirdly, everyone there looked like they were dressed for something big. It wasn't until Edmond and Philip followed the van—our bodies inside, heading to the crematorium—that it hit me. Keyla had paid. Our story was over. I watched as my body, once alive and full of dreams, slid into the cremation chamber. Minutes later, it was just ash. Edmond scooped it into a small bottle and took me home. Philip did the same for Ariel. When Edmond knelt and bowed in front of me, I finally felt peace.

“Another damn note. What does it mean this time?” “It’s another warning,” Elliot muttered. He turned the paper over, finding something scrawled on the back in faint ink: “The truth is hidden where the light dies.” “The light dies?” Jonah asked, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Elliot pocketed the note, already thinking. “It’s pointing us to something. A place. Somewhere dark, maybe underground.” Jonah scoffed. “Like the crypt? We’ve already been there, and all we found was a dead butler and more questions.”

I mind-linked. He looked at me funny. "We buried them." "Dig them up and toss them in the woods; they don't deserve to be laid to rest. I want the buzzards to feast." He nodded. In the north, we never buried our dead; they were always burnt, but I knew it was a southern thing to bury bodies, and that seemed too good for Jack and his men. I stood and stretched. I didn't want to dwell on what might have been done. Well, at least I didn't want to wallow in it, but more importantly, I didn't wish for Cade to see me wallowing.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.