Graveyard Dance Novels & Stories

Graveyards are the final resting place for the dead. They are where the endless souls dance for eternity under a moonlit forever. The souls of the cemetery held onto Jeremy but didn't take him down into the land of Hades. He fought, and he held onto life just for me. Death is where the ravens swirl in their endless circles. Hunger finds them, and nails dig into their prey. We are all called by death in the end. The grim reaper himself holds his scythe and carries it along as a walking stick. Walking sticks are used to guide souls on the path to Hades. If I discover Hades, I will find my mom. I will find her there beneath the bones of her final breath.

Kathy yelled and dragged Jon towards the tomb entrance. Their voices echoed strangely in the hall, as if a new room had opened up in it. Footfalls followed them out into the star bright night. The Cold Woman was in the center of the cemetery, dancing on the tip of a pointed gravestone. Kathy clutched Jon close, and he held her back with equal intensity. “Ah seen some messed up stuff,” Louis’s voice drifted in from behind them. “Once saw a kid get a pencil shoved right into his eye, but this beats all.”

And now, he'd never get the chance to make things right. So he moved into a small house beside the cemetery and became a grave keeper. It was his new job and the only thing he cared to do. Jayden planted sunflowers, row after row, in the yard. Every morning, he'd bring a fresh bunch to my grave. Then he'd sit beside the stone and talk to me, keeping me company as the sun rose and set, as clouds rolled in and drifted away. He missed me desperately. But I never appeared in his dreams. Not even in sleep could he see me again.

"I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot." He laughed. "Stop that Elliot." Diane scolded him. "Oh please she's twenty and not a baby." He replied. "Anyway, be there everyone." "Of course we will." Sarah said, "I'll clear my schedule." "Daddy?" Maya said. Peter hadn't said anything since. He looked up and saw everyone's eyes on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Well done Maya, I'm proud of you." Satisfied, she smiled. "Elliot come with me for a minute." He stood up and his son followed.

On her way home, she was marching on like a soldier heading on to war, her eyes were turning red and she didn't stop to answer Abigail who was screaming out her name from afar, nor the market people stopping to wish her on her scheduled marriage. An older woman who had sight her coming from afar quickly got inside the shop to bring out the present she had prepare for her daily buyer. As Anna nearest her store, she stretched out the present, ready to give her already composed speech. "Anna, I wish you..." The present flew and fell to the ground, it's contents spilling out as Anna walked by, without stopping to say a word. Abigail who saw what happened, moved closer to the old woman who finds

He began pacing slowly. “When it started. When it was first heard of. Every contract they’ve taken. Everything.” He strode toward a large table across the room, lined with bottles of whiskey. “Okay, sir,” Andrea responded. “You can leave,” Dante commanded. Andrea stood and turned toward the door. “And also…” Dante added, his back still to them as he picked up a glass.“How do I reach out to the Graveyard?” “It’s a code,” Andrea replied. “All you do is dial it, sir.”

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

If this had been a nightclub instead of a graveyard, Roy and the others would have been quite an entertaining sight. But here they were, a group of zombies dancing under the moonlight, making for a particularly horrific sight. "It's the dance… This is the same dance…" Darren stammered in fear, his face drained of color. "It's the same dance they performed before they died." "Are you sure, Mr. Gulley?" Cassian asked. "Positive!" Darren firmly confirmed. "I saw Tate before he died. He was dancing this very dance." So, they'd performed this dance before dropping dead?

) Thorne and I sat on top of the tallest crypt, legs dangling, sharing a jar of something that tasted like gasoline and forgiveness. The Sanguis Draconis glowed soft between us every time our shoulders brushed. Remy climbed up beside us, three jars in hand. “To the dumbest, bravest, hottest pack of idiots the South ever spit out,” he toasted. We clinked and drank. The burn was perfect. Halfway through the second jar, the temperature dropped twenty degrees. The ghost band missed a note. Every lantern flame turned coyote-gold. A soft knock echoed through the cemetery (three polite taps, like someone asking to borrow sugar).

In the end, she nodded and said, "Alright. We'll do as you say." The first stop on the Twilight Dance Company's tour was naturally King City. As the most famous dance company of the moment, the moment the tickets went on sale, they were completely sold out. Even Jason, who normally paid no attention to such things, received several tickets from a business partner. His assistant, Gabriel Dowd, swallowed nervously while standing beside his desk. He could not help thinking the business partner had made a grave mistake. Ever since Ivy's urn had been smashed by Felicity a year ago, Jason had gone mad. Of course, Felicity had been sent to prison by the Hough family, while some of Ivy's ashes had b