I've Dug Two Graves Novels & Stories

I knelt before the graves and dropped the flowers on the ground, my fingers tracing the letters carved into the cold, unforgiving stone, my fingers trembling with emotion. "Mum... Dad..." my voice trembled, choked with tears as I struggled to find the words to express the anguish that consumed me. "Mum...Dad…" I whispered, my voice barely more than a broken sob. "I miss you so much." The silence that greeted me was deafening, broken only by the soft rustle of the leaves and the mournful howl of the wind.

Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “I need your help. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes.” She replied then, “What do you need me to do?” For the next one hour, the two of them spent digging up two graves for the men to rest in. Although it was in the middle of nowhere, Jamie didn’t want to risk anyone tracing his path and eventually finding their dead bodies. After they both finished the task, the surrounding fell into an eerie silence. Apart from the crackling of dried leaves under their feet, nothing else could be heard even in their immediate vicinity.

Uncle Harry has no family and friends, so no one will ever come looking for him. We don't have any neighbors because of how poor the infrastructure in this particular part of the street is, so I look at Mom, and she nods, the last option; we bury him in our yard. I rush into the apartment and return with a shovel. The worms in my stomach and tired muscles are revolting against me to drop the shovel and reverse my little energy, but I ignore the hunger and lower myself and start digging. Tired, sweating, panting, and covered in breath, I keep digging until it's 6 ft deep, or I think it's 6 ft deep, then we push Uncle Harry's lifeless body into his grave.

They are making this whole thing like a human funeral or that of one of their own and it pleases me. This reminds me of the time back in the forest when one of my younger brothers died, I dug a shallow grave and buried him. I was only twelve when he died and knew nothing of burial. I had only been to my mother’s funeral and even then, I never saw the whole just the coffin she was in and that was it. When we were done, we left the spot; the warriors went for patrol while we went to the pack house in my office.

“Enlighten me.” “It gets buried.” She straightened, smoothed her white dress, and walked out without looking back. The door clicked shut. He buries them. The words echoed in the silence. A cold sweat slid down my spine. My hand rose to my throat as the confidence I’d worn like armor began to crack. I crawled out of my grave once. If Mark ever finds out who I really am— this time, there wouldn't be a second resurrection.

Even with a few people working together, they still couldn't pull Anthony away from me. "He seems to really like you." Eddie sniffled, his voice hoarse as he spoke to me. A mess of feelings crashed through me. I felt like something was lodged in my throat; I could barely breathe. In the end, I let out a bitter laugh. "Let's hope so." … A few days later, Anthony was done handling all the arrangements after my death. But instead of putting my ashes in a grave somewhere, he brought them back to the villa. With the kind of money he had, buying a plot was nothing. I had no idea why he chose to do this.

I understood Becky, “Let her come in, appoint her to the kitchen, I want to know what she is up to and I want to make her work easier and faster.” Becky stared at me with surprise, “The kitchen? That is like digging your own grave.” I scoffed lightly, “When I started this journey, I dug three graves, one for Karisa, one for Casper, and the last one for me, all of us would fall into it and my parents-in-law and my parents would be the ones to cover up that grave.” “Mrs Elvira!” Becky's eyes widened with surprise, “Is Sir aware of your plan?”

My heart began to beat faster as I walked past the sea of graves I usually hate. I reached the sharp corner of the direction leading to my father’s grave. My heart skipped a bit as I locked eyes on my father’s grave. The gravedigger was seated on it with his legs spread wide apart in the air. He was naked. Completely naked. His mouth fell open as he locked his eyes with mine. I swallowed hard before my eyes trailed below. His index finger was sliding in and out of his pinkish goddamn hole. My cock throbbed.

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,