Peter Tork Grave Novels & Stories

"I! Don't! Believe! A damn word! Get new people! Now!" Peter couldn't hold his gaze. "We already called every top team in Northwick. Ms. Hart... there's nothing left of her..." A loud crack echoed in Nolan's head. His vision blurred. Boiling tears hit Peter's hand. Peter froze. 'Mr. Thorne... is crying?'

Saw the wrench—then bolted. "Stop!" I took two steps after him. Pointless. He knew the terrain. Gone in seconds, swallowed by the trees. I didn't chase. No time. I walked back to the pickup. Something sat on the driver's seat—a blue card. I picked it up. Access card. [Northpoint Corp Security Department – General Access.] On the back, scrawled in marker: [Peter.] Peter's card. Hard proof. I slipped it into my pocket, then glanced into the truck bed.

His deliberate movements made Valerie turn toward him. “Marcus, did you see him? Tell me you saw him!” Valerie said anxiously. “See who? What are you talking about, Valerie?” Marcus asked, feigning confusion. “It was Peter! It was him!” “Valerie, we need to go home. You need to relax. All this stress is making you see things that aren’t real. I’m sorry to be blunt, but Peter is dead. He’s been dead for 20 years,” Marcus said firmly.

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 had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

The Mexican sun blazed across the cemetery where Peter was being laid to rest in his family tomb. In the distance she could hear the preacher speaking words of comfort to his friends and family who had come to remember their fallen brother, but like every other person who truly knew Peter, those words would never be enough to fill the void his death left behind.

I couldn't hold myself any longer, I mean I had to know. “Well my dear, I've solved our hunger problem for tonight” She replies smiling. “And How did you solve that problem if I may ask???“ I sarcastically asked her. “Hahaha funny Tory, but I have, well you remember my ex, Peter???“ Grace mentioned his name for the first time after a long time and without any sadness or pain in her eyes, wow, I couldn't believe my ears. “Yes I do, Why??? Are you guys back together again” I asked hoping the answer would be yes because I really liked seeing the both of them together, although what he did was wrong, I still wish they could fix things and be together again but my hope was short leaved when her a

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he abruptly got out of his car and headed to the back of the cathedral where the graveyard was, a few yards away from the building. As he got there, he found a fragile old man tidying the environment. With his hat on, the old man minded his business. So did Mario. Mario got to his friend's grave. "In loving memory of Peter Hasslehof. Husband, father, brother, and friend." Mario chuckled softly, shaking his head.

He tapped his foot on the floor while thinking and his eyes snapped open when he suspected the place. He quickly walked out of the house and went to the graveyard. After a good time of searching, he found Rebecca and Peter's grave. He inspected graves closely, the time has covered graves in grass and soil. It shows that no one has bothered to clean the grave. It's a relief for him knowing that Aurora never visited her grave. He knows that the grave holds secret but how. He noticed other graves and then Rebecca's grave. All other graves were of normal height but Rebecca's grave was a few inches taller.

He sneered, urging me on, "Bring the camera closer. Let us see how you break the world record!" I wasn't provoked by Zachary. Gasping for breath, I raised the axe over my head and swung down toward the layer of ice and snow protecting the pipeline. "This axe of mine is for dealing with wild animals at the base, and it can slice through bear hide… "Do the math. How long do you think it'll take me to dig down to the pipeline?" As the base's communications officer, Zachary knew better than anyone that once the pipeline ruptured, in the polar night at minus fifty degrees, no one would survive long enough to wait for rescue.