My Sister's Grave Novels & Stories

When my sister insisted on binding herself to the system and leaving the twenty million fortune to me, I knew she had been reborn too. In my previous life, just to snatch that money, she shoved me to the ground while my leg injury hadn’t even healed. I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but her eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled. “Jana, the system says it can bring good luck. “You’ve always had terrible luck. Even a simple aerial routine ended with the harness snapping! I’ve always been lucky, so I won’t fight you for something like this. I’ll let you have it.”

In less than three minutes, she arrived at the cemetery, where she saw a couple standing in the far distance. Gracia became even more excited… ‘No! I must be going insane!’ She would never forget the last impression she had of her sister before she left their family—the view of her older sister’s back.

Unfortunately this time, I couldn’t. “Okay, Tobias. I will be there.” I said, defeated. If I knew this day was going to end up like this, I would have driven out of the state and gone somewhere far, where I will be unbothered. But still, I couldn’t break the tradition. Spending my birthdays on my sister’s grave has always been something that made me feel connected to my origin. Apart from that, I was just a Campbell in a name. “And Skylar?” He paused. “Yes?”

It's sad to say that Lauren just looked at the flowers with no signs of glee or affinity for this place. I met my sister's gaze and nodded at her, hoping she would take my hint. "Let's pick flowers, sis!" Lyn grabbed Lauren's hands excitedly. Good! My sister got my hint. I watched the women pick the flowers with great delight. A few minutes later, Lauren was catching up with my sister's sunny mood. I can hear her merry laughter from where I'm sitting. I smiled and rose to my feet, joining the women in picking up flowers for Granny Ursula's grave. I don't want to visit her tomb in the cemetery empty-handed. I chose the pink and white flowers with love.

Since then it's like I've been on autopilot. Feed the baby. Call Sarah's employer. Burp the baby. Meet with the funeral home. Change the baby. Bury my sister. I stare at the casket in front of me. Sarah lies inside of it. I can't believe I'm burying my baby sister. Genevieve, my best friend and coworker, sits next to me, holding the baby. She keeps trying to quiet his cries while the preacher drones on about the sanctity of life and the need to treat every day as if it's your last.

I asked as I rub the engraved letters in it. "I know that I don't visit you ofter, but please listen to me. You two are the only person that I knew that will listen." Since the two of you will just be there and I don't have someone that will listen to me since she already left. I want to ask something to them. I am currently in a cemetery, where my mom and sister was buried. How should I start? I haven't actually introduce them to her. She just knew that my sister died but she didn't knew about my mother's death.

When I opened my eyes, the clock read 5:00 AM. Alex's steady breathing beside me felt like a countdown five years of marriage ending in less than twenty-four hours. I traced the outline of the wedding band I'd worn since agreeing to marry my dead sister's husband. For Sam. Always for Sam. That broken little boy with eyes that had seen too much tragedy. "You can do this," I whispered, careful not to wake Alex. I slipped from beneath the covers, my bare feet silent against the cold hardwood. The predawn light painted the room in shades of gray as I made my way to the balcony doors, pressing my forehead against the cool glass.

He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain. Instead he stood there gripping the counter, breathing. His wife slept peacefully in the next room. The woman who had given him the first real peace he'd ever known. The same woman who might have emptied his brother's grave. Jose looked at his own reflection and felt something ugly shift in his chest. Part of him didn't care. Part of him just wanted to keep the life he'd built no matter what crawled out from under it. He deleted the messages. Then emptied the trash folder too.

I wouldn’t be surprised because that was exactly happened to me. She stopped exactly where I expected her to stop_ right at Frederick grave. The fear of dying by a car accident left and nervousness took over. She was the first to get down from the car. How I wished I could just stay right in the car and not do anything, but that was impossible because I was a big part of this. And with the way his sister was. If I as much try to run she was going to have my head. After taking deep sharp breaths, I stepped down from the car and stood before the grave just like his sister did.