Coffin Stand Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Coffin under the coffin, why? The boys bent down, ready to move the coffin. I joined them, hoping to not find a burned dead body. After a few pushes, grunts, complaints, and cuss words we finally managed to flip the coffin. And luckily there was just sand beneath but the bottom of the coffin sure had three lilies on it. Staring at us, calling to us. I gulped looking at the pale white design with sand granules and ants on it. "This is it." I whispered.

Trying hard to focus only on Cole, I let the moment pass, eagerly awaiting the moment I could analyze this when I was a safe distance from the King. “We need to leave now, Diana.” He spoke softly to me, in a tone one would presume was gentle and reassuring, but I knew he was not asking, it was a command. I nodded to the team and three of my strongest men emerged to carry Cole home so that we could give him a proper burial. I spent the drive back fighting with myself, fighting back anger, confusion, hate, hiding them all deep within my mourning. Cole’s death was not an accident, and it was not murder either. Something was going on, he knew it.

He had seen these mounds when he passed by several times earlier, but he thought they were just debris and did not think much of it. Boom— Without hesitation, Andrius slammed his palm down. Whoosh... Dust rose into the air, obscuring his vision and stinging his nose. Andrius held his breath and looked intently. There was actually a coffin buried there for an unknown number of years. It was completely black and emitted a strange and eerie aura. This was it! Andrius was overjoyed and immediately rushed over. Clang... As someone on the second Divine Step, he easily lifted the coffin lid and revealed its contents.

"Five minutes. If you hate what I show you, I'll leave and never bother you again. I promise." Peggy hesitated. Her hand was still on the door, ready to slam it in his face. But something in Dante's voice made her pause. "Fine," she said finally. "Five minutes." She stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her, and followed Dante to his Range Rover. He opened the back hatch. Peggy looked inside and stopped breathing. A coffin. Simple, wooden, but clearly expensive and polished with brass. "What is this?" Peggy's voice was barely a whisper.

I added, looking at the coffin with a shock expression on my face. Suddenly, I felt cold. My hands were shaking too. Whoever sent that thing thought it was a joke, but it wasn't funny at all. "We certainly had the right address, Ma'am." replied the man. "We are informed that Mrs. Alexandria Alexander died. The coffin was for her." The man added with a shrug that soon made me suspicious of him. He had no white-collar worker vibe in him, nor was he even wearing a company uniform. Turning my hand into a ball, I gritted my teeth. "I order you to remove the thing out the door. please." I told him in the calmest voice I could muster.

The third coffin was for an infant inscribed with a familiar word, but I couldn't place it, "A iníon." Maxine walked back in covering her mouth with her forearm. She was looking at the coffins as I began to open the one on the left. I barely needed the crowbar. The wood broke and rusted nails gave way. As I pushed the cover away, I saw a man's clothes, but a body very much in disorder. Bones broken, thrown about. It made no sense. I gently pushed through the ribs, pelvis when I felt something hard, round. "Jesus Christ, Max... It's the Iron Cylinder." I pulled it from beneath his pelvic bone, easily prying open the lock with my K-bar. I looked at her. She had tears in her eyes. She was looki

The cold stone corridors grew narrower and darker until he reached a heavy door, which he swung open with ease, revealing a subterranean chamber cloaked in shadow. In the centre of the chamber, surrounded by ominous carvings and arcane symbols, rested an ancient coffin. He strode forward, his steps unhurried but resolute, and lifted the heavy lid to reveal a figure lying deathly still within. The blonde haired figure looked down at the jagged stone in his hand, its edge stained with Keilah’s blood, and slowly brought it toward the lifeless man’s mouth.

Finally, the time had come to choose the casket. From what she knew of her husband, Christopher would prefer something expensive and elegant. When she told Jeremy this, he nodded and took her elbow. Then he walked her past the main showroom, into a smaller and more exclusive one in the back. Here there were only three coffins. They were placed on velvet-covered platforms with strategic lighting designed to showcase their expensive specialness. They were all different. One very elegant and subdued. Another modern and high-tech, apparently made of stainless steel or some other kind of polished metal. And the third, sitting above all the others, made of polished mahogany that gleamed.

Colton things it’s the coolest thing ever. A lump foams in my throat at the site of all our men bowing and my father’s coffin in a trailer in the background. My eyes meet Hunter’s after I nod my head to acknowledge them. He walks towards me and stops in front of the coffin. Becca and Colton stand right behind us. “The devil horns, really?” The silver devilish horns stand out against the all black gun power coffin. This can only be Hunter’s doing. He telephonically prepared the whole funeral, everything was done by the time we landed.

I went to check on her last night and I told her about the arrangements that I had made so far but I wanted her to be the one to choose the coffin. I sat there and watched her ass she went through the pages in search of a perfect coffin for our daughter and finally she chose one. It was a small steel coffin painted in dusty pink with gold handles. The head part of the coffin was made out of glass, then she chose the clothes she wanted our baby to wear. I made sure that everything was done quickly. I fear that this whole ordeal might just make things worse between us.