Embers And Ashes Novels & Stories

As Kaylar concluded her speech, the room fell silent once more, and with that, Kaylar stepped back from the podium, concluding her elegy. Wayne's grandparents stood, their frail bodies steady. They approached the urn, their hands shaking, and reverently scooped a handful of ashes. Tears streamed down their weathered faces as they gently released the ashes over the earth, symbolising Wayne's return to the elements from which he had come.

The memorial had been short and sweet, i got to meet Asher's sister Ashlynn and her two brother Jack and Ryan. We all shared our grief through hugs and tears- there was a little bonding time tied into the end of the ceremony. Ashlynn's daughter looked so much like Asher it took almost everything for me not to walk away from the group, it hurt too much to even look at her. Raymond and i saw little of each other as the days passed, he was by the makeshift bar drinking some mixed up alcohol, he was taking shot for shot like a pro but i knew we just had different ways of absorbing and arranging our feelings.

She thought: this is what continues. She thought: this is yours too. Not just mine. Not just ours. Yours, built into us, traveling forward. She looked at the number for a long moment. Then she looked at Grace, who was still watching the screen with the expression she had when she was feeling something completely. "My grandmother's estate," Grace said, quietly. "Yes," Zara said. "Someone finally named it," Grace said. "Nationally." "Yes," Zara said. "Nationally."

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

He didn’t say anything at first, just slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “She’s strong,” he said, voice low. “Vivianne.” “She is,” Ember replied, leaning into him. “But I don’t think she’s done grieving. Not just for Julian, or the past, but for who she used to be.” Asher was quiet, thoughtful. “Maybe none of us are who we used to be.” Ember nodded, her eyes scanning the woods. “No. But the land remembers. And the silence feels… heavier lately.” He followed her gaze. “Something stirring?”

It was Rosa's birthday that Sunday. I tidied Remy's belongings once more and suddenly noticed that someone had touched one of the small boxes. I hurriedly checked the box and realized that a golden pendant was missing. It was shaped like a locket, and it belonged to my late mother. I asked a priest to bless it so that I could give it to my son on his birthday. When Remy died, his blood stained the golden locket. I did my best to wipe it clean and kept it in the small box like a treasure.

It lives on in my memories, and in the lessons I learned from our friendship. I walked away, the sun beginning to rise, casting a golden light over the water. The ash pouring was a symbol of both death and rebirth, marking the end of one journey and the beginning of another. It was a powerful act of remembrance, honoring the life of Rosita and acknowledging the impact she had on my own life. Most importantly, she was finally free.

I couldn't see through the tears falling from my eyes but I heard their voices, every last one of them, as we cried together for all we had lost. When every word was spoken, the family members eased back, giving me room to stand. Lifting my eyes toward the waiting pyres, I readied my heart. It was time to let the four wolves go. Ever and Asher were already in position. Both held up a burning torch in each hand. Behind us, the drums began to beat. Long arms sweeping down, Ever lit two of the pyres, calling out loudly, "Ashes to ashes!" The crowd echoed his cry, "Ashes to ashes!"