I've Dug Two Graves Novels & Stories

Blake inhales “Good to hear that sucker,now pack up fuck boy!” Owen laughs while grabbing a rubble sack then stops and looks back at Blake, “any word about this to anyone and you will be the one next in these rubble sacks” Owen licks his teeth looking mischievously at Blake with a grin. Out at the back of the house,Daniel is digging up little graves on the ground while sweating profusely. Owen and Blake comes out and drops the rubble sacks. “I already dug up two holes” Daniel says while pointing at the two holes few meters away from where they stood, “It’s best that way”

Bede here had no idea about. Unbeknownst to him, he had dug his own grave, and I was going to bury him alive!

He removed the glasses and saw a lot of graves but as soon as he puts the glasses on again be sees only one grave and no soul in sight, not even a plant. Nearing the grave, he slowed his pace for every step he took he will hear a yapping sound. Glancing around, he found nothing. He rolled his shirt sleeves up shivering as the breeze sprang up. His heart became encased in icy resignation, he needed to do this quickly. He noticed a shovel dipped into the sand on the grave and he began to dig it up. The blaze of the sun rung pops of sweet down his back soaking his cloth in the heat. With the skull exposed, he whipped his brow. He held the shovel and swung hard on the neck of the skeleton. The s

“A burial site. Recently dug.” My blood ran cold. “Are you sure?” He nodded. “I’ve seen enough to know.” Leo’s hand clenched around the hilt of his sword, and I could see the tension in his posture. “Dig it up,” he ordered. The wolves set to work, their claws tearing through the soil with a ferocity born of fear and anger. As the earth was pulled away, a shallow grave was revealed, and inside, we found the bodies of two scouts, their faces twisted in fear.

He found two freshly covered graves, he looked around and found a shovel. Pascal was looking at Swift wondering if he had gone crazy from looking for Genevieve. Swift began to dig the first grave. "What are you doing?" Pascal asked as his nose savour the stenchy smell emanating from the grave, he quickly covered his poor nose to reduce it suffering.

I straightened up and let my gaze pass over the faces crowded in the doorway, all of them wide-eyed and eager to be liked. "Help you?" I laughed a little. "When you were calling me a penny-pinching fossil in Slack yesterday afternoon, you had plenty to say about my 'connections.'" "When you were popping champagne with Cassie last night and watching this place drive off a cliff without a single one of you speaking up, where was all your concern about your mortgage?" I picked up my box. "Adults live with the choices they make." "You all chose to believe in your brilliant growth hacker. Go ask her for a paycheck."

The sentence kept echoing in his head. Mike closed his eyes. Memories came like a storm. Maia’s face was covered in blood because of him. Her breathing reduced to almost nothing. Her hoarse voice when she said, “Don’t let them take what belongs to my father, Mike. Stay away from Anthony…” And the one thing he could never forget—he dug the grave himself. Shovel after shovel. Silent tears fell as he laid his boss’s body into the hole. His hands were trembling while he covered her with soil, as if he refused to bury the only person he had ever trusted. The one who had saved his life, again and again.

He hadn’t even bothered with coming to his niece's grave since she died and hadn't known where she was buried until just now. Jared walked closer and stopped at the edge of the grave, his fingers gripped the locket so tight the metal cut into his palm. The birds were chirping loudly and the sun was starting to rise. “Get to work!” The Head Grave digger snapped and the two men jumped into work immediately. Jared watched as their shovels hit the dirt over and over, the sound echoed in the quiet cemetery. The sun was starting to rise and the dizziness from hunger pangs was slowly starting to return.

It had nothing to do with logic and emotions; he was just cruel with no ounce of mercy. I knew he’d leave their bodies to decay in the wild open, so I rushed out back at sundown with a shovel. Small little me had no knowledge of six feet’s deep at that point, but I dug five and dropped them in, hushed a silent prayer, and covered them up. Buried before an oak tree, I engraved some symbols on the tree to enable me to know just where their graves were. I had no knowledge of them, but all I could think of was covering my father’s mess.

I took a breath, straightened my spine, and prepared to bury Thomas for the second time in as many days. * * *