Coffin Fodder Novels & Stories

by the album named Spooky Tooth: That Was Only Yesterday. He always node his head for the beats but now he couldn’t shake his head and the lyrics, “…returned it full of sorrow…” he wept over the lines gravely and he started the engine with full speed to his small factory. He sliced the cedar tree into pieces with help of his chopping machine and after seven hours of shedding his sweat and energy, he prepared the coffin decorated with a minute carving of little turion buds and butterflies with extreme grief and agony in his chest. He removed the fabric from the person long dead, placed the soulless body in the coffin and grieved over their death solemnly. He attached the chains and wheels to

"Once it's dark, I'll come out, and when you see me, you'll understand the situation. I've had this condition for 23 years, but I still look like I'm 15." That angered Cynthia. They were all disciples of Rowan Keating and had seen all sorts of illnesses. So, she proudly said, "The black coffin is used to raise corpses. If someone needs to stay in a black coffin due to illness, as far as I know, it can only be someone afflicted with intestinal parasite infestation."

To ensure that they would not obstruct his plans, Jay had laced their dinner with fake poison. “People, have them brought to the biochemical coffins.” “Yes, Sir.” The originally narrow tunnel from Fragrant Vessel Court to the Underground Palace had widened greatly thanks to the all-nighter pulled to work on it. Arriving at the Underground Palace, Jay watched over as his people placed Grandfather and everyone else into the biochemical coffins. He closed the coffins himself. Not only were these coffins made to withstand the sweeping of infra-red rays, but it could also disrupt the radars used. Furthermore, their strong sealing system could keep any form of toxic gas from seeping in.

The coffin walls closed in tightly around Vincent. His claws scraped against the iron, sending sparks flying, but the chains only tightened more. Each breath felt heavy, as if the air itself was poisoned. From the gaps in the coffin, voices seeped in—whispers of a ghost, voices of memories, voices that belonged to no one in particular: “Fox.” “Monster.” “Lover.” “Killer.” He let out a roar and pounded his fists against the walls, but the coffin didn't break. Instead, it sank deeper into the darkness, pulling him along with it.

Dane shouted, "Centipedes! Ahh! Cockroaches!" There were a bunch of things that were thrown at Dane's coffin, and with his blindfold sealed tight, he couldn't see anything. So, Dane made assumptions about what was being dumped into his coffin. "Spiders!" "Maggots? Were those maggots?" "Shut the coffin," Adrian ordered. "No. No! Don't close it!" Dane shrieked, but he did not have a say in his situation. All he could do was cry. It wasn't just Dane. The warehouse became full of terrifying screams in the next half an hour. Jack, in particular, kept throwing up in his glass coffin!

I wandered up the middle aisle, unnoticed by anyone around me. I found myself resting on a soft lace pillow inside a beautiful cherrywood coffin. My reflection stared back at me—pale, with amber hair cascading around my face. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked down at the serene, sleeping figure that was me. It was a surreal scene; the woman in the coffin wore my wedding rings, her fingers tightly clutching Frederick’s charred dog tags. A strange mix of emotions—sadness, anger, disappointment, and an odd sense of calm—washed over me.

Then pointed to the line at the bottom. Premium preservation coffin, handcrafted blackwood interior, three million. “Fine.” Carol reluctantly transferred the money. I handed her a specially made coffin. The bottom contained a hidden hollow compartment. Once they got home, Blake would be able to slip through the false panel and escape without anyone noticing. Soon, Blake was placed inside the coffin, and everything was finally ready. But just as they were about to carry it away, Richard suddenly became suspicious of the coffin. He knocked on it several times, inside and out, making my heart climb straight into my throat.

The team of grave robbers simply did not dare to slow down because in their hearts, they were well aware that if Kirin was the slightest bit dissatisfied, death would be what awaited them. The entire operation was carried out for nearly an hour. And within the hour, the violent storm continued to rage on. The bad weather set an even more eerie atmosphere in Summers Cemetery. Finally, the coffin was dug out. It was a casket made of the finest golden phoebe plant. Even after twenty years had passed, it remained intact. The moment the coffin was dug out, Kirin was so excited that he almost stood up from his wheelchair. “Hahaha, it’s finally been dug out. Open it!”

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

Vivian was yet to know what she had gotten herself into, Alice thought, her grip on the shovel handle tightening until her knuckles shone white with tension. Alice gently opened the head of the coffin, holding her breath in both anticipation and disgust, as the air of death wafted up from inside. Werewolves, when they died, were fast food for more terrifying worms than the average human, and it was even worse if the wolf in question was evil leading to their death. Their corpse rots eternally.