Digging My Grave Novels & Stories

I straightened up and let my gaze pass over the faces crowded in the doorway, all of them wide-eyed and eager to be liked. "Help you?" I laughed a little. "When you were calling me a penny-pinching fossil in Slack yesterday afternoon, you had plenty to say about my 'connections.'" "When you were popping champagne with Cassie last night and watching this place drive off a cliff without a single one of you speaking up, where was all your concern about your mortgage?" I picked up my box. "Adults live with the choices they make." "You all chose to believe in your brilliant growth hacker. Go ask her for a paycheck."

I set him down gently on the grass for a moment, then grabbed a shovel from the corner and walked back to the open space near the edge of the garden, where the grass was softer and the trees offered a little shade. Without hesitation, I started digging. Every thrust of the shovel sent fresh pain through my ribs and arms, but I kept going. The ground was harder than I expected, and my body was weak from three days with no food or water, but I didn’t stop. Sweat mixed with the dried blood and dirt on my skin. My hands blistered quickly, but I kept going deeper and wider. When the grave was finally deep enough, I lowered Peanuts into it as carefully as I could. My hands were trembling again. I

When I am diagnosed with congenital heart disease, I am forced to leave the dance company and give up the career I have spent my entire life working toward. My best friend, Vivian Carter, steps into my place, promising to fulfill my dream in my stead. My boyfriend, Ethan Bennett, proposes to me on the spot. He swears that no matter what happens to me—or what becomes of me—he will never leave my side. Over the next five years, I devote myself to helping Vivian rise through the ranks until she becomes the company's principal dancer. With my support, Ethan's career flourishes as well. And through it all, they never stop telling me they are searching for a way to cure me. This year, while b

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

___________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov I find myself kneeling on the rough soil , Andrew kneels next to me as well. We both are digging a hole with our bare hands – it takes me back to the little kids we were. We would be in this same position , digging our way to the other side of the world. You can only imagine how sad we were when we realized that that is impossible. Nevertheless , we still kept digging – it was like one of our ways to relief our sadness or our anger. We would pretend instead that we trying to escape our reality by digging our way out of our troubles.

And like she said, when life gives you a shovel, you dig a fucking grave. An hour later, I felt like my arms were about to fall off. I’d dug at least a three feet deep grave without no help from the woman I’d learned was called L. She said and I quote, “I mean the letter L, not Elle as a name. Lots of people confuse that a lot, and I hate it. Do I look like an Elle to you?” “No,” I’d replied. “You look more like a barbie to me.” “Cute.”

Kayla swallowed painfully at the tone he used to talk to her and the murderous look he gave her. "You're talking as if you are a better individual when you're nothing but a goal digger. There's more to life than trying to associate yourself with someone like me. There's more to life than fake ass, fake boobs, ridiculous makeup and kinky sex. I honestly don't know what I saw in you but I'm glad I was sensible enough to let you go."

“I have no idea how this work but it would help if you stop threatening me and let me think. You could also just shoot me but then you get nothing but my husband and my men on your back.” “Fine, think,” he concedes. I might have some advantage but Franco and Dion are monsters. My only way out of here is to either get them what they want or prove that it’s all a myth. Either way, I have to open this grave. I move towards the grave and look closely at it. While all the others have engraved photographs of the Kings and Queens, it just has a roaring lion head. Looking closely into its mouth I see a small lever and pull it.

" His voice had suddenly gone cold and I didn't need a seer to let me know it wasn't a topic he wanted to approach. We kept on walking for a good five minutes before Ryker suddenly stopped moving ahead of me. "There," he pointed, at something I couldn't see behind him. I inched forward, my mouth dry my heart starting a slow dub dub rhythm behind my chest. I reached where Zane stood and looked at what he was pointing. A few feet away from us was a hole and from the way it had been dug, I could tell it was a grave. I moved closer and peered at it, noting how impossibly deep it had been dug. Whoever had dug it didn’t want whatever it was inside to either crawl it’s later or be found

she scoffs. I stare at them, for once, I feel remorseful for a living dead. “Let's bury them” I say to Mel who's beginning to toss the corpse aside. Mel scoffs. “Really, they were dead already”. I stand up and walk around the house, searching for something I can dig with. Shortly after, I returned with two shovels. "Here, let's dig a grave for the both of them" I say, but Mel didn't seem to flinch at all.