Graveyard Dance Novels & Stories

Even after everyone had paid their respects at my gravestone, I couldn’t find his figure among the crowd. As people began to disperse, only Troy and Mom remained at the gravestone. They shared one last glance before leaving. I sat idly in front of my gravestone, trying to appear strong. “Troy to choose such a nice photo. All those hours I spent editing it weren’t in vain, at least it’s serving a purpose now,” I said loudly, to no one in particular. Then my emotions suddenly burst forth like a dam breaking. The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably.

Lovingly, he said, "Let's not talk about her. It's your 'deathday' today. Of course I'm staying with you." Jackie told me he'd take me to the mountain and have a fireworks show during my last birthday. I waited for him the whole night and nearly fainted from the freezing cold. He never showed up. He told me he had an urgent meeting to handle. That urgent meeting was about a dead woman, of course. 'Do you like the videos, Wisteria? He told me he'd never have married you if it weren't for your family's resources. Oh right, that car crash? It was no accident. The truck driver was Jackie's distant relative.'

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

Any dark enclosed space sent shivers down my spine. When I told him this memory in my sister’s studio, he held me earnestly: “It won’t happen again.” I thought that was the lifelong vow Lysander made to me. But now... he was weaponizing my deepest trauma, all for Elara! I huddled in the corner, trembling violently as a panic attack set in. The sharp pain nearly smothered me, leaving me gasping like a dying fish. Yet even so, I still haven't given in.

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

My name was Lindsay Larson, and I had this addiction since I was a kid. Whenever the urge kicked in, I would feel unbearably uncomfortable all over. Ever since I started college, it became harder to endure. Every day, I found myself wanting to hook up with different guys. As time went by, my condition only worsened. It began to seriously affect my daily life. One day, my best friend, Gabby Kemp, brought her boyfriend over to my place. As soon as I saw his flawless face, I immediately lost control. I could only press my legs tightly together to suppress the unbearable sensation.

I do recognize them by their faces but I don’t even have any idea what their names are. I saw Jessie strutting towards the dance floor along with Lily and Alyssa. They were doing some sort of a dance move with their hands and legs and they all looked cohesive. I walked throughout the house and there’s people everywhere. The kitchen was field with the low-key people. The kind of people who wants to party without the dancing and they just want to have some meaningful conversation with their peers. The living room became the dance floor and obviously, most of the people are here. Some are grinding with each other and others are just making out as if they were the only people inside the room. I

He knew he had to stop them so he did just that. For the first time that evening, Brian stepped into the venue. (The Mansion's backyard). He ignored greetings from extended families, colleagues and headed straight to the place already set aside as the dance floor. Not all attention was on him. People who he ignored their greetings went back to what they were doing when he didn't respond. He was Brian Matthews, the grumpy one. They were used to his attitude.