It's Been So Long By The Living Tombstone Novels & Stories

The evening sky was covered with thick gray clouds, as if the sky itself were holding its breath. A heavy silence hung in the air, occasionally broken by the rustling of the wind through the old trees on the hillside cemetery. Before me, the mound of earth was still damp, the soil soft and clinging to the fingers of the gravediggers who had just stepped back a few paces. A black stone tombstone stood there, simple, without excessive ornamentation—only a name carved with a code that only we could decipher.

There were a few graves too, cemented with a white tombstone and their names engraved on it. She walked to the one which was Toby's, his name badly written on it with his birth year and death year. There was a note written on his tombstone, she picked the paper up, re reading the words that said; 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. She placed it back, laying it alongside the freshly plucked bundle of rose flowers and sitting by the side, for a moment she went silent, allowing tears to freely flow from her eyes before speaking.

He explained how Tombstone had survived for over a century hidden beneath fear and myth. “One hundred and twenty five years,” I repeated in shock. He nodded proudly. “Our ancestors built Tombstone after the northern divide.” I stared around the massive ballroom differently now. Ancient. Powerful. Alive. “In Oakwood,” I admitted quietly, “they barely spoke of Tombstone.” His expression darkened slightly. “What did they say?” “That you were lost.” “Dead?” “Mostly.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Good.” I laughed softly again. Then Marten rose slowly from his seat, lifting his goblet high toward the ballroom.

I swallowed my grip tightening around the flowers in my hands as I approached Tristan tombstone, my knees buckled almost immediately and I crouched in front of it, the world narrowing down to the cold slab of stone and the name carved into it. “Baby,” I whispered. My voice cracked instantly, the sound fragile and broken. Seeing his name like that, etched into something so permanent, made my chest ache in the way It normally does when I come to see him. The tombstone was worn down, the years evident in every crack and faded edge. Leaves from nearby trees lay scattered across it, partially covering his name. It felt wrong. Like he had been left alone for too long. “Mooma’s here again,” I sobbe

The graveyard was so neat. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the thick blanket of snow. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind, a city block for the dead. Life is but a roaming shadow, a pitiable thespian. Who struts and frets his few moments upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale imparted by a foolish wit, full of noise and fury... yet meaningless nonetheless.

Nemi, We went to celebrate our anniversary week at Alexander's cabin. Call us if you need anything! Love, Mom & Dad I headed out the front door, and got into my car. One of my favorite songs came on the satellite radio, and I took off. I called Vic when I got close. "Hey Vic, I'm almost there. Are you ready?" I asked her. There was silence on the other end of the phone. "Vic, what's going on? I can't hear you dude, you're breaking up or something." I tried to explain. After that, the phone dropped the call. "Weird." I told myself out loud. 'I wonder if she broke another phone?' I thought to myself. Vic was notorious for recking her stuff. She had broken the last 3 phones that she got. I pull

Lily didn't want to watch him lose it any further and bluntly said, "Nate, snap out of it! You've been in a coma for three days, and her burial is today." … In front of the grave, Nathan broke down in tears. After seven years of staying distant and aloof, he finally felt the pain of losing someone he loved. Lily couldn't get him to leave no matter what she said, so she used the excuse of feeling unwell and left for the villa ahead of him. Late that night, when no one else was at the cemetery, Nathan was still there. "This was a premium burial plot the Coopers bought for a woman they were indebted to, but they moved her ashes recently." He heard the cemetery's caretaker explain. "Now that the

She kissed my cheek and left me alone to watch over the graves of some of the people I loved most in this world. "I miss you, baby." I looked to my wife's tombstone begging for my time to be done here. I remember when I wanted nothing more than to have a few more moments with that woman by my side. I never thought we would get our forever in this life but we did and it was perfect. "Forever is a long time and I can't wait until we are together for it again. I'll see you soon, love."

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

Sometime later, she seemed to have gotten nightmares as she suddenly jolted awake. She used to be so afraid of the dark, but now, she was sitting alone in a huge graveyard. "I miss you, Leo. I want to talk to you. Please talk to me. Please respond to me, okay?" she pleaded humbly. I hovered beside her, carefully spreading my arms so that I wouldn't pass through her body. I pretended that I could still actually hug her. I kept her company for three days and three nights. Coincidentally, this went on until my death anniversary. At that moment, I had been dead for exactly a decade.