I've Dug Two Graves Novels & Stories

~ We buried him under the ash tree behind the ruins, the one with bark like stone and roots that cracked through the bones of old gods. Tyler dug the grave with his hands, blistered knuckles splitting open again and again. Lyric stood watch with a sword in each hand and her daughter pressed against her side, hair tangled, face streaked with dirt and dried blood. Cowrie didn’t ask what happened, she just held onto Lyric like she'd done it before, like this wasn’t the first grave they’d stood over together.

He then dropped the phone and grabbed a shovel from the ground, slamming it into the dirt, digging fast. Please. Please be alive. A memory hits me – her smile that morning. The way she'd kissed me before leaving for I left for work. "I love you," she'd said. I can’t even remember if I said it back. Oh God. "DIG FASTER!" I don't recognize my own voice. The two of us worked like animals, tearing the earth beneath our hands. But it wasn’t fucking fast enough. She’s going to die down there. She might already be dead.

"Ah, there it is." Richard then cleaned up the two mounds of tall grass growing on them. After it finishes cleaning the two mounds of earth, Richard returns to his car to take a bottle of alcohol and pour it into the two glasses he had provided in front of the two mounds of earth, which were the tombs. Richard then greeted the deceased, who was in the two tombs, by bowing his head. "I almost forgot about your graves." Said Richard, looking at the two graves. "Steve. Jasmine."

She knew how much I loved tending to plants, and that I'd never let them wilt like this unless something was truly wrong. I followed behind her as she pulled out her phone and snapped photos of the cobweb-covered windowsills. Her thumb hovered over the screen for a long time before she finally dialed her assistant, Kieran Pratt. "Look into Fletcher Whitmore's whereabouts. I want every detail you can find." After she hung up, she kept walking deeper into the house. My heart started pounding. Just around the corner, there was still a dried pool of blood stained into the concrete slab from three years ago. Two more steps and she'd see it.

I set him down gently on the grass for a moment, then grabbed a shovel from the corner and walked back to the open space near the edge of the garden, where the grass was softer and the trees offered a little shade. Without hesitation, I started digging. Every thrust of the shovel sent fresh pain through my ribs and arms, but I kept going. The ground was harder than I expected, and my body was weak from three days with no food or water, but I didn’t stop. Sweat mixed with the dried blood and dirt on my skin. My hands blistered quickly, but I kept going deeper and wider. When the grave was finally deep enough, I lowered Peanuts into it as carefully as I could. My hands were trembling again. I

I felt the grasses move the second time, and I knew at once that he was off already. My face curled into a quick weak smile and eased immediately, because it was odd smiling over the grave of the dead. If ever anyone wanted to rejoice over the demise of another, such person would have to do such indoors, to avoid being accused of having his hands in the death of the demised. I faced Gova’s grave, and the odd thought of digging out her ashes and casting it upon the flowers and the corners of the palace stroke my mind once again. I had never done such crazy thing before, but it really seemed nice to me, and fun, too.

But I was missing my mother badly. I wanted to visit her grave but Ivan had buried her near the same jacaranda plant which we planted. It was difficult to travel across town to visit her grave. And I was afraid that Ivan might catch me. So one night I dug the graves of Issac and Mom. I buried Issac's body near Jacaranda tree and buried Mom's body in the same graveyard where Marona's grave was, so I could visit both of them. I was also afraid that Ivan might treat her grave disrespectfully. He caged her for the rest of her life, she was locked in that house and even after death he wanted her to be caged in there.

Hours after the flames had gone out and there was nothing left but the awful silence of death lingering about me. I dug their graves with my bare hands. Dug as my tears streamed down my cheeks, as my nails ripped from the tips. And carefully, I’d covered them over. Covered what was left. Leaving nothing but a small stone to mark what was beneath because I was too fearful someone would come back and if I did anything bigger, made a more obvious sign, then they would not only dig them back out but they would know I survived. They would know that someone from the Aurora Pack got away. And they would hunt me down like a dog.

The light in my life was gone. *** It had been two hours now and I was still holding my mothers lifeless body. I dug the ground and dragged my moms lifeless body into the wide space I had dug. I looked at her body and fell into space and I fell on my knees. My mom, she was gone. I reluctantly poured the dug out sand over her body while my tears fell on her grave. I put a lot of stones on her grave and sat down beside it while crying. It was over, she was gone.

The one that made my Beta look at me like I'd lost my mind completely. "We need to dig up Dove's grave," I said. The silence that followed was the longest five seconds of my life. "You want to do what?" "You heard me." "Sebastian, that's..." "I know how it sounds. Just do it. Quietly. No one must know." So, here I am. Standing like a statue, watching as two of my most trusted guards dig up a grave that hasn’t been touched in years. The moon casts long shadows across the cemetery, the air is cold enough to sting, and every creak of the shovel against earth feels like a personal betrayal.