Don't Ever Laugh As A Hearse Goes By Novels & Stories

“Go ahead. He’s in there.” Lilian glanced at the hearse and got mad again. Her eyes widened, and she yelled again, “Summer, are you out of your mind?! That hearse is full of bad luck! It’s used to deliver dead people! How could you let them carry my son onto the hearse? It’ll affect his luck! “How dare you?! My son was so nice to you for nothing!” I widened my eyes innocently and feigned confusion as I looked at Lilian. “What are you talking about, Lilian? Isn’t the hearse used to carry and deliver dead people? Lucius is dead. Why do you bring up his luck?”

Miranda's ex boyfriend. I gulp and look away to my friends that are holding their arms out to me, because I'm feeling guilty over what I did to Miranda. I complete the group hug. Although I don't need a hug because Nana Jones wouldn't like us all going teary eyed and sad because she's gone. I can even hear her voice in my head, warning me not to let a single drop of tear down, or she is going to whack me on my back. My lips almost twitch into a smile. A black car and hearse pulls up few meters away from the cemetery. Dad and few unrecognizable men hops out from the car.

The twenty minute run there took nearly an hour getting back and the sun had long since crested in the sky. The day looked so beautiful, you would hardly believe the tragedy that had taken place in the night had you not seen it with your own eyes. That was what Heath thought as he drove the truck with their dead laying in the back. Cole sat next to him, sniffling and occasionally whimpering.

He stepped on the gas till the only memory of him was the gas of his engine. Memories there were just like the breeze, momentarily blissful but coming far too brief to only leave an emptiness behind. By the time she reached the headstone that she had come to the cementary for the smile had blossomed back on her face. "Hello, Mark...I'm sorry I'm late for our date...the traffic was just so bad...you know?" She stared at the headstone for a while before suddenly bursting out into laughter. "Even when you're not around anymore, I'm still making stupid excuses..."

'Oh no,'she thought,'I don't want visitors now,not now. But it wasn't a car bringing a visitor. It was an old hearse with maybe a half dozen little men hanging from the sides. At least,that's what it looked like. The hearse screeched to a stop. The men jumped off and stared up at her, their eyes glowing with a soft yellow light, like cats' eyes. She watched with horror as they disappeared into a side door of her house. An instant later they were back outside, lifting something into the hearse. Then they drove off at high speed,wheels squealing,the gravel in the driveway flying in all directions. At that very moment, the nurse came in,put her hand on Mrs Brand's shoulder, and told her that he

“Running around graveyards?” The man looked confused. “I like to take walks, sure, but I’ll just go around parks at most. I’ve never been to a graveyard before!” “Us elderly people are most afraid of that!” Harvey couldn’t wrap his head around the situation. ‘He’s never been to a graveyard?’ “Did you pick up money on the road with a note inside, saying that a few years of your lifespan is being borrowed, or something of the sort?”

She could remember her mother's smile and the way she used to laugh, and it made her heart ache to know that she was gone. The road to the cemetery was quiet, with only a few cars passing by. Andrianne could hear the sound of the wind as it whipped through the trees and the leaves rustling underfoot. As she pulled into the cemetery, she could see the rows of graves and headstones stretching out before her, a silent testament to the passage of time.

LAURA Grace's funeral was today. As promised, Xavier sent a car for me; a Mercedes car with tinted windows. The drive down to the venue was quiet and I sat in the back seat wearing the only black dress I owned. Compared to the shiny black leather seats in the car, it felt like I was wearing rags.

"Having people is my profession. I tried to scare away the laughter, but he broke that painful part inside me, and stirred up my vertigo, stealing my senses completely. Even knowing that laughing was one of the last things I should do a few steps away from death, I couldn't help it. Not even when the car stopped and I was rushed into a mess of lights and echoed voices. The sound of his laughter remained in my throbbing and heavy head, before and during the sudden blackout that convulsed my brain.

The journey felt both eternal and fleeting, my mind lost in a labyrinth of emotions and unanswered questions. We traveled across vast landscapes, the changing scenery reflecting the passage of time. The familiar sights of the park drew closer, and my heart grew heavier with each passing mile. Finally, the carriage came to a stop at the entrance of the park, where a gathering of mourners had already begun. Stepping out of the carriage, I was greeted by the hushed whispers of condolences and the solemn faces of our family's closest friends. The air was thick with sorrow, a palpable weight that hung over the park. I took a moment to compose myself, straightening my mourning attire and wiping aw