I've Dug Two Graves Novels & Stories

His prisoner tended by a skeleton crew. And I will be here. Waiting. I pick up the silver letter opener again. I drive the point into the wood of the desk, deep enough to stand on its own. A marker for the grave I just dug.

Isaac asked, looking at where I pointed. I nodded my head. “When he died, it was very cold, and the ground was really hard. I dug the grave with my claws. There were some bulbs I found in the ground that the staff had planted to bloom next spring. I placed them in the loose soil, hoping the grave would be less noticeable once the snow was gone. I didn’t know what kind of flowers would bloom from them.” “My grandparents have offered to have men dig him up so he can be buried somewhere else.” Isaac told Lena, who was staring at the ground.

My hands were raw from digging graves, my shoulders hurting from raising the dead. I put a pendant in the hands of one young fighter she couldn’t have been more than seventeen and tightened the cloth around her. “She had no family,” the man beside me whispered. “She had us,” I answered. The first shovelful of earth hit her covering with a dull thud. It felt like the sound reached inside my chest and crushed something important. One by one, I buried them all. And with each grave, I mumbled their names, swearing I’d remember every single one.

I got up and went back into the house immediately to get the shovel to dig up the land where I would lay Vanessa to rest in peace. When I got back out, I began to shovel the land, panting all the while I carried out the action. Even though my wolf gave me the extra strength I needed to carry out the task, I still breathed heavily since I was only a girl. When I was done with the digging, I dragged Vanessa's body until it was at the top of the grave, then I gave her a little push and she fell in with a loud thud.

He swallowed. “They chose you,” he said quietly. Not bitter. Just tired. So tired. He dug again. Like he had for the middle child. Bare hands tearing into the earth. Dirt under his nails. Blood mixing with soil. Two small graves now. Side by side. Too close together. No parent should ever dig graves this small. He laid the youngest down gently. Covered them slowly. Each handful heavier than the last. When it was done, he stayed there kneeling. Long after.

Filled with excitement, I excavated the ground without fail or exhaustion. When the depth reached my height, I decided to lay the corpse and buried him. I shake off and rub my hands to remove dirt. I picked up two sticks and made it the substitution for the cross gravestone. I added the flowers I brought from our garden that were under my coat. "Now... you can rest in peace. I hope my service printed a smile on your spirit."

ELENA The grinding roar of the excavation machines had already begun; the final, awful soundtrack to the moment I’d been dreading. I stood there, stiff, trembling, watching the workers prepare to dig up my daughter’s grave. My daughter. God, even thinking the word felt like dragging barbed wire through my chest.

After all the efforts I put into saving her— after all the years she endured pain— she was finally gone. I watched the shovels picking up soil, going down to the hold, and then coming up again empty. Five times. Twenty times. Thirty-one times. I watched it until what was a mountain of soil became flat ground again. A man stomped his foot on the closed hole— the closed grave of my and beamed slyly. "Now that my sweet sweet Valentina's obtained her relief, it's time to relieve ourselves!" I trailed my eyes to Stanley Archibald's face from my mom's closed grave.

I noticed that for a few minutes, no one was behind me or ahead of me and I was close to some deserted vegetation. I guess I found a very good spot. I parked by the road and took out the shovel I went a few meters in and got to digging. I was very lucky that the ground was soft so in no time I was done. I carried his body and laid him in his grave. May the good lord be with him. I covered him up and it was mission accomplished. I stood there and stared at the grave for a while, I never intended for things to get to this point but he caused this for himself I had no choice.

he said. I paused. “You must be wondering why I dug two graves,” he said, standing in front of me now. “And whatever you're thinking is right. One is for you and the other is for Veronica.” I swallowed. “But I’m not going to kill you yet,” he said, something glimmering in his eyes. “We’re going to be in love forever. This is only here for when you misbehave or try to leave me again.” “John… listen to me,” I said, my throat parched. “I’m not your soulmate. Please just let me go. I won’t inform the police, I swear.”