Halfway To The Grave Novels & Stories

Like something old and sharp is stuck there. Maybe today I stop pretending she’s still out there. Maybe I’ll finally do what I’ve been avoiding for three fucking years. The drive is silent. Every turn presses down, like gravity's stronger near her grave. But I don’t. I pull into the cemetery road. Gravel crunches under the tires. My throat clenches. Dread hits like ice down my spine. The pain is old but raw. A wound I never let scab over. Because how do you move on from something like that?

Sarah Sarah went numb. This could not be happening. She gripped the phone, her knuckles going white. The knot in her throat was unbearable. "Sarah, are you still there?" In an almost inaudible whimper, Sarah answered, "Ah huh." "I know this is hard, honey, but it's not the end of the world. We talked about this already, and you knew it was a possibility. I tried, Sarah. I really did, but there's no way around it. We've gone over all the other options, but anything else is too much of a risk. It's for the best."

In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.

Rows of fancy sports cars lined the granite but I walked purposefully to the white van, patting the suit body down and hoping in, only letting out a relieved breath when I had woven through the stretch of highway into the abandoned dirt path at the edge of the city. It was late enough that I had to squint to avoid slamming the car into the all too willing line of trees, killing the engine a safe distance away from the unnamed graveyard, and getting out of the car to drag the body behind me. “Fucking hell,” I growled, gritting my teeth to wipe the sheen of sweat that coated my face, wincing when I looked down to see that my leather shoes were coated with grime. “Goddamn, you woman why did you

He gently knelt before the gravestone, extending his hands toward me. I could almost believe that I sensed his warmth. Lucas lingered at the gravestone for a long time. It was not until I raised my hand to wipe away my tears that I noticed my fingers becoming less and less solid. I was fading away and soon, I would be gone forever. I knew it was time for me to say goodbye.

Jake steps out of the car and comes to my side with an umbrella, and helps me out of the car. The ceremony held is nice, I guess, then again; I can't really say as my mind has flown out of the window. Right now, I am simply a hollow corpus sitting here, the Walking dead comes to my mind again. Not alive and not dead, either. Once we are standing in front of the grave, reality hits me. My Grams is going to be set into a family grave with my mum. They are back together, and they have simply left me behind. My knees give in, and Jake catches me.

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had a mouthful of dry sand in it, and she struggled to speak. Ida rushed to hold the person up and several people rushed to the scene. Serena spotted Mary's grave at a glance, the gravestone was now shattered and Mary's ashes were not far away, spilling all over the place. What a grudge to do something so unconscionable.

" She nodded her head and followed my lead silently. We left the house and settled comfortably in the backseat of the car. My driver started the engine, and we began our journey towards the cemetery. We arrived there a few minutes later. We exited the vehicle and walked towards the area where a freshly dug grave was located. My men unloaded the golden coffin first, then the flowers. We stood beside the grave in total silence, soaking up the gloomy atmosphere that made our souls weep. I looked heavenward, and the sun was still shining in the heavens' above. It was all sunny and windy at the same time. The birds chirping is like a melodious lullaby serenading Granny Ursula in her last moment a

Would she find her happily ever after somewhere in the bosom of Selene the moon goddess? My meditation was interrupted by the arrival of the black hearse. I watched pallbearers carry the casket from the hearse to the burial site, where the body of whoever this hole was bored for would rest. I walked deeper into the graveyard. Memories flooded my brain as I did so. I stopped at the innermost part of the graveyard, I noticed that most of the headstones were damaged and faded with the passage of time. I can tell that the graveyard was more than 150 years old by some of the legible inscriptions. There’s an inscription of a man who died in 1861. He probably lived in an era where there was no tele

***** [RAY Point-of-View] The sky was gray, and the clouds were heavy. It was as if everything was black and white in my life as I stared down at a grave with an empty heart. My throat was thick and sore and my eyes were puffy. The rest of the week, I stayed wasted and didn’t want to do anything with my life. As she lay six feet underneath, my heart was buried along with her cold and lifeless body. There was nothing left in me but the wonderful memories I had with her. Memories that will surely haunt me forever.