Bury Your Dead Novels & Stories

She wished she had been able to explain everything to her earlier. Her phone beeped, waking her from her temporary fear induced slumber. With shaky hands, she unlocked it. One new message. For heavens sake, who was sending her a text message? Her phone nearby slipped out of her hands. She had foreseen her death but didn't know it would come that early. It was a text from Conor. Unknown no: You careless little thing. You're so dead.

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

"There will be no cremation Carr. Please have him buried quickly." Carr's face blanched. Burying a Were was the worst end any of their kind could imagine. They believed in reincarnation but felt the soul didn't leave the body unless it was burned. This way his soul would be trapped inside his body for eternity, and he wouldn't have another chance at life. Carr called James and Bryant over. "You heard him. Take him as far out as you can and don't leave any evidence of a burial site."

you're indeed a special being, may your history live till the end of time. "We need to bury them all" Chris muttered helping her stand. "THEIR BODIES DISAPPEAR ONCE THEY DIE GREAT ONE, SO THERE IS NO NEED FOR A BURIAL." "Then let's offer our last respect to the king and all the dead beings" he replied. They all stood up each with a burning fire stick in their hand. "May this mark a beginning of peace" Chris screamed after so many minutes of silence and lightning flashed followed by a boisterous thunder.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

"We saw her dead when we buried her. We thought she was gone." Clara’s eyes softened, just for a second, before she spoke again. "Clearly not," she said flatly. Then, speaking from a place of experience, she added with an unsettling calm, "Speaking from experience, being buried alive and having to dig your way out sucks toll balls."

I was filled with despair as I waited for death. After the priest finished his prayers, it was time to bury me. I struggled with all my might. It felt like time seemed to be slipping away from me, and there was no one to save me. The coffin was lifted over to my cemetery plot and placed in front of it. That was when I heard Mona lean in close to my coffin. I mustered all of my energy to spit out the words from my throat, "S… Save me."