Peter Tork Grave Novels & Stories

The cemetery seems endless— every direction looks the same with more graves and more fog. Then the ground stops. Dante stopped abruptly, and he nearly fell. There was a six-foot down, freshly dug open grave, the dirt still dark and moist if it had been dug an hour ago. The smell of it—wet soil and worms. He looked up at the headstone. The marble is new, and the engraving reads— DANTE ZEROK 1997 – 2025 Beloved son and brother Taken too soon "What the fuck?" The words rip out of him staring right at his own grave.

"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?'

Alfred had gone and bought advertising space on the big screens in malls across the globe. He did all that just to celebrate the birthday of his 'late' daughter. The twisted part was that the Hawkins family had chosen the same day of all days to 'bury' me. There was Alfred, caught on camera, weeping uncontrollably over my coffin. Word on the street was that ever since Ruby and I were gone, he had not even had a drop to drink. The only thing keeping him alive was the nutritional shots John gave him, whether he liked it or not.

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.

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.

so long as my death came after I’d achieved my goals. Highgate was truly beautiful this time of year, its frosted trees and shrubbery intermingling with the snowy graves. Foxes crept among the tombstones. Spiders wove glistening webs. Angel statues cried ice tears. Loretta and I wandered it aimlessly until we reached a section devoted to immortals. The graves here were all from the past year or two. Loretta stopped before one. “I knew him,” she said. The grave belonged to Billy Portbelly, a “devoted husband” who had perished a few months before.

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.