The Life We Bury Book Review Novels & Stories

We would pretend instead that we trying to escape our reality by digging our way out of our troubles. After a certain age , we kind of stopped it. Instead we just buried it like every other adult would. We continue digging – it has been a while since we have spoken. We dig deeper and deeper , trying the dig the best hole we can. I can not help but sniffle a few times , as I mourn the murder of my bunny. After we dig a big enough grave for her , I sit back. I pay no attention to my clothes getting dirty by the earth soil – I pay no attention to the world around me. I feel my heart ache as I watch Andrew lowering the dead bunny in to it’s grave. I begin sobbing as I watch a small creature with

The sun hangs low and heavy in the sky. It is October 31st. It should be a day to celebrate my twenty-fourth birthday, but instead, the air smells like cloying lilies and damp, freshly dug earth. Today is the day we bury the monster. The cemetery looks like a movie set for the elite. Everything is prim, cold, and perfect. Long, black cars with glass-like polish line the stone paths. The grass is a deep, unnatural green, and the tall gravestones stand like silent, frozen soldiers watching us.

"Your father is a man who was so desperate to marry into a wealthy family that he was willing to change his own last name. Funnily enough, you're the only one who actually bought his lies." Nicholas swayed slightly, but forced himself to stand tall. "So what if I married into the family? Your mother never left a will. She's dead. What's wrong with Hart Group being passed to me? Vicky's right. What do I have to be afraid of?" The next second, I opened the emerald pendant my mother had left me. "Who said my mother didn't leave a will?" There was a memory card hidden in the pendant. I didn't hesitate to insert it and played the recording in front of everyone.

“This is…” “The Book of Life,” he completed. “The one with Elder Thorne.” For a moment, everything around me faded as I stared at the book. This was the hope that everything we went through wasn't in vain. “How did you…” I tried to ask but I was too overwhelmed to complete my question. “I grabbed it before everything collapsed.” I stared at the book… at the burnt edges… at the ancient markings… at the weight of everything it carried. And for the first time since Liam disappeared, I felt hopeful and determined.

Never once had she imagined burying her instead. Olivia hugged Lily’s favorite teddy bear tightly against her chest while the child’s drawing book rested quietly beside the grave. With shaking hands and swollen red eyes, she picked up the book and slowly flipped through the pages one after another. At first the drawings looked normal, childish scribbles mixed with colorful sketches. Then Olivia noticed the hidden sentences Lily had written carefully across different pages. She slowly pieced the words together. "Maybe if Lily wasn’t with mummy, daddy would love her like he used to before I was born"

The sight of a manic Timothy only filled the doctor with scorn. "You can't raise the dead. You didn't treasure her when she was still alive. No amount of acting matters now that she's dead. Melanie didn't deserve this. She should've seen you for who you are, but she stubbornly ignored every sign, and that cost her her own life. "If you have an ounce of conscience left, leave this place. Don't disturb her peace." Timothy knew my attending physician was a friend of mine, but he couldn't find any proof that the physician was lying. I could've left, or I could've been dead. Either way, he would never see me again.

Every single directions around the team, skeletons started to appeared from the ground pulling themselves off the dirt. “Remembers Children….no matter where, as long s they were a city close by..it was always going to be man dead scattered around it…dead bodies buried…sometimes from war…sometimes from murder…ins short..sometimes although on the surface…there seems to be nothing…under the earth..there were a lot of secret buried..and in instance…Hallerusia..is certainly…not as Prosperous as you might think…”. (Alfred)

Over the years, their lives would wither away. As long as the cultivators who stepped foot into this place looked around, they would realize that this was a world of death! The living was the anomaly, and only death was the main tune of this world! Caspian's expression did not change, and he went deep into the tomb. In the Ghost-burying Tomb, a towering coffin was erected on the ground, which was extremely abrupt. Compared to this coffin, the coffins placed around it were no different from clay chickens and pottery dogs.

Yet… even after all that security, I felt vulnerable and defeated as the memories of the people being slaughtered and sheer demonic violence rushed into my head as I leafed through the burnt pages of that book. The book was last rented by a girl preparing for the medical entrance exam to bring her family out of poverty and permanently shift to Arginieth to have a better life. Seems this was the last book she would ever rent. Not just her body, but her dreams and the future of her family buried under this debris with this book. I looked at the sky and took a deep breath. “What’s the point?” I mumbled to myself as I threw the book back into the mountain of debris, which had once been a temple