I've Dug Two Graves Novels & Stories

I close my eyes, trying to recall the memory of how Morien counted graves, one by one, before finding the hidden weapons. My memory fails me. I have no idea which grave is the right one. So I drop to my knees in front of a random mound and start digging with my bare hands, pushing sand aside in frustration. “Way to go, Maya,” I mutter. “You forgot a shovel.” I groan and smack my forehead lightly, then scramble to my feet, pacing around desperately. I scan the ground for anything sharp enough to dig a branch, a rock, anything. I move toward the trees, bending low, feeling through the dirt and leaves.

" ...... He cried and shouted, pouring out his feelings in a way so raw and emotional that anyone watching would have been moved to tears. But was he an idiot? I was already dead, my body starting to rot, and he thought a few words could bring me back? I was not bothered by it anymore. He treated me like nothing when I was alive, and now, he wanted to act heartbroken at my grave? Whoever wanted him could have him. I was done. He stayed at my grave for half a day before heading back, making arrangements to move my remains to a burial site in Central High. He said he wanted me to be laid to rest in peace there. If I weren’t just a wandering spirit, I would have slapped him. Wasn’t I already re

When he saw me holding Louisa in my arms, he whined - "Luke, I can't believe that you're actually going to fuck that poor girl in a graveyard. I mean, you really can't do without her, can you?! She has lost her parents and for fuck's sake, their graves are literally located within 200 yards from us." "Do you know that people who don't speak dig holes a lot faster than people who speak?" I asked and kicked another body into a hole. Leo rolled his eyes so hard that he could literally see the back of his head. "I'm not complaining here, Luke. But do you know that when two people dig a hole together, they dig it a lot faster than, hem, I don't know, one person?!" "One more word I'll dig a hole f

After I dug her grave, I carried the dead doctor's body and dumped it in like it didn't matter. I had killed a hundred people in the past and had buried their bodies, this meant nothing to me. I could do this over and over again without getting tired or feeling remorse; of course, I had no feelings left in me. I picked up the shovel and began covering up the grave.

I wished Derrick was alive to see the pig he took for an uncle. As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the gravestones, I find solace in the quiet of the yard. The cool breeze gently rustles the leaves of the trees, carrying whispers of memories past. Sitting here among the markers of those who came before me, I feel a sense of peace wash over me, as if the weight of the world has been lifted, if only for a moment. In this tranquil moment, I find comfort in the stillness, knowing that even in death, there is beauty to be found. The evening came, and the air was filled with serendipity. I stood over my father's grave. He was buried next to my mother. Taking my bottle, I

Rows of fancy sports cars lined the granite but I walked purposefully to the white van, patting the suit body down and hoping in, only letting out a relieved breath when I had woven through the stretch of highway into the abandoned dirt path at the edge of the city. It was late enough that I had to squint to avoid slamming the car into the all too willing line of trees, killing the engine a safe distance away from the unnamed graveyard, and getting out of the car to drag the body behind me. “Fucking hell,” I growled, gritting my teeth to wipe the sheen of sweat that coated my face, wincing when I looked down to see that my leather shoes were coated with grime. “Goddamn, you woman why did you

The soil was hard, and there were rocks in it as well. It was not long before all ten of her fingers turned bloody from the digging, and her fingernails cracked, perfectly recreating my death in the coffin. However, my mother dug as if she could not feel a thing, digging while crying and mumbling at the same time. "Janine, it's too suffocating in there. I'll dig you out right now… I promise I won't lock you up again…" When my mother finally tired out from all the digging, she leaned against the cold tombstone and started revealing the deepest, darkest part of herself.

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

Growing up, my mother was the only one who had told me that, and hearing that after a long time had its warmth. I couldn’t stop my brain from repeating her words in my head. I wished I had had more time; I wanted to tell her how much I was sorry and make it up for all the things that had happened to her because of my lifestyle. *** I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my palm, the grit of dirt spreading across my skin. The shovel felt heavy in my hand, each scoop of sand an evidence of the pain and tiredness that pricked at me. We had been digging for hours with Silvia on the opposite end of the temporary grave, the hot morning sun beating down on our backs.

He’d seen what those things could do and he knew they were playing with him. He came to a crossroads in the path and his pursuers cut in front of him blocking two of the paths, including the most direct route to his bungalow. He knew where they were taking him. He gasped for breath and his head throbbed as he jogged past the second of the three affected graves. Like the first, the huge hillock had caved in and was now a pit filled with folds of loose turf. At the foot of the grave there was another slit in the ground that also led onto a small tunnel. Once again the turf had been folded back on either side of the slit and Jim was struck by the similarity to a pair of female labia.