I've Dug Two Graves Novels & Stories

My husband and my best friend had become my nemesis. I didn’t know how they dragged me out of the building, but when my eyes fluttered open, I was lying helplessly in the graveyard. The night air was cold against my skin, and the stench of freshly dug earth filled my nostrils. Derek’s voice pierced through the darkness, awakening me from the edge of unconsciousness. '‘I’m done digging her grave, help me grab her by the legs,’' he said, his tone cold and unfeeling, as he dropped what looked like a shovel onto the ground.

New message. A photo of our cemetery, time-stamped five minutes ago. Fresh dirt disturbed. A shovel in frame. Under it, three words. DIG HIM UP.

"Mama, Papa, I shall be reaching the age of eighteen next week. Verity delicately arranged the flower she had offered to them, and with a solemn tone, she uttered, "The day that both you and I dread shall arrive." With a heavy heart, she took up the shovel and began to dig fixing their grave. The earth was hard and unyielding, but she persisted, driven by a sense of duty and love for her departed mother.

I held his head up in my arms. “Rocco…!” I wailed. My heart was heavy. I just lost my family again. The family cherished me like their own. Why does everything go against me? Then it started pouring rain. I stood up and went inside. I saw the grandma on the floor. Tears continued streaming down my cheeks as I stared at her. I was dripping from the rain pour. My clothes were already stained with mud. The dirt on my face was washed off by the rain. I sighed, wiping away my tears. I dashed off into the kitchen and brought out a shovel. I went back outside and began digging the ground at the back of the hut. It took me the whole night to dig a grave big enough to contain both of them. When I was

she scoffs. I stare at them, for once, I feel remorseful for a living dead. “Let's bury them” I say to Mel who's beginning to toss the corpse aside. Mel scoffs. “Really, they were dead already”. I stand up and walk around the house, searching for something I can dig with. Shortly after, I returned with two shovels. "Here, let's dig a grave for the both of them" I say, but Mel didn't seem to flinch at all.

Afterwards I jump on a soft mattress and drift off to sleep. I have barely known peace since I was born. At some point I used to wish I was never born or better still died from birth. But no, here I am still suffering for something I know nothing about. "I hope you burn in hell." I muttered, cursing my father. He was the one that caused all of this. None of this would have happened if he wasn't a greedy fool, my gaze went to the two graves beside each other. "Amelia Grey and Micheal Grey." I read the name inscribed in each grave. The year they died was also written there. It has been so long, I wonder how their kids took it.

Julian whispered, coming to a stop in front of three graves — two of which had headstones. I had never visited Ambrosia and Dimitri's resting place before so I was glad that I got the chance to now. Sliding off Julian's back, I ambled toward the graves. The third one was dug, a coffin suspended above waiting to be lowered. I swallowed thickly, the pain of losing loved ones capturing my body. Vampire feelings were heightened so I could only imagine what Phillip and Julian were going through.

He hit the brakes. I got out of the SUV so fast I nearly tripped. I sprinted forward, spotting the fresh grave immediately, a pool of water sitting on top of it. “No.” I grabbed one of the shovels Oscar’s men had left behind and speared it into the mud. I worked fast, throwing mounds of dirt aside, moving quicker than I did with my sets with the bar and weights. Adrien grabbed a shovel and joined me, and then the driver did the same.

All I know is that I don't have much time left. After searching for awhile, I finally come across the one place I was looking for. It was marked as the grave as the unknown soldier. I could see that the dirt had recently been disturbed, telling me that I'm in the right location. I run to the grave, finding anything I can use to help dig. I notice a shovel leaning against a tree not too far away, and quickly run to it. I grab it, then immediately run back to the gravesite. I dig as fast as I can, not caring about the strain on my muscles. Rather just digging as if I'm fighting for my own life.

He has no one to help him, and had been inconsistent, which is the sole attribute of the business. Ken kept on lamenting, pounding his fist on the wooden floor. The flies were back and this time more. He rose to his feet, ventured and returned with a shovel, he made out of the building leaping around the house in search of a hidden spot for a burial. He found one a few meters beside the well under an oak tree. With his face filled with anguish and grief, he began digging out the earth's crust. Stopping within intervals to recover from his ill-fated health. Soon he had made a portable place for a corpse. Ken made his way back to the cottage, grabbed Nicky by the leg and pulling her towards th