The Life We Bury Book Review นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But done in the way that meant the weight of it had finally distributed into something liveable. The gate at the bottom of the drive. Standing open. She looked at it for a while. Then she picked up her book and went back to reading and Damien sat across from her and they occupied the Sunday together, just the two of them, just the library, just the fire. Just theirs.

No, you didn't, because you were too buried in work. "Did you know? He's always been the biggest financial supporter your company has ever had. Without him, what makes you think you'd be the respected Ms. Hades you are today?" The truth seemed to drain all her strength. She slid down against my gravestone, while Ethan wiped a tear from his eye. All I could do was watch as the two people I loved most broke down in sorrow. Ethan choked out, "Lucas used to care about his appearance so much, but at the end of his life, he was all skin and bones. All his thick hair was gone, he threw up everything he ate, and he never slept through the night.

New text bled into existence in the sky overhead, the letters not clean white this time but thick, dark, like someone had dipped a finger in blood and ink and drawn them by hand. CHOOSE: BURIAL OR BIRTH. ABANDON YOUR STORIES, OR CLAIM THEM. The words hung there, heavy as stone. My heart clenched. Burial. Birth. Abandon… Claim. The meanings slotted in with nasty ease. If I buried all this—if I closed the coffin, turned my back, accepted the stone’s half‑etched HERE LIES, and walked away—I’d be doing what I’d always done. Letting the game take the pieces of me I’d left on hard drives and in notebooks and used them how it wanted.

"We saw her dead when we buried her. We thought she was gone." Clara’s eyes softened, just for a second, before she spoke again. "Clearly not," she said flatly. Then, speaking from a place of experience, she added with an unsettling calm, "Speaking from experience, being buried alive and having to dig your way out sucks toll balls."

She should have been buried by her children as they cried over her long-lived life. She should have been surrounded by all the accomplishments and evidence of her human life. Yet, here she was, buried as her body was beginning to decompose right before my eyes with half a lived life if anything. I closed her grave myself, my hands digging furiously into the dirt as Serin, Sol, and Francis helped me. Sarah joined us later as we stood there for a long moment. Neither of us spoke to one another. Serin brought Sarah into his arms somewhere through it.

“Losing the people, I care about, wasn’t something I thought would happen. Want to end this journey of mine, but the pup in me won’t let me.” “The will to live, I fight for. With my lover, the beast by my side.” - Ava Knight … “This, is something strange to us all.” “Gathering for a befitting but sad burial for one of us. We were once coerced into eliminating ourselves for points to live.” I chose my words carefully as I spoke the girls and audience, that showed up for Emily’s burial.

“Well, what she described actually makes sense now. Although this was when you were maybe 6? so back then I was lost when she told me this but, what she wanted was for us to dig a hole for her, bury her. And then in the top of her hole, she wanted a tree to grow. A small tree, who would create it’s life from her body beneath it and build it’s strong roots.” “Why does that make it sound like she’s fertilizer?” I scrunched my nose at the image. My mom let out a deep belly laugh and said, “Well baby, technically we all are! Buried or cremated, we all go back into the earth and into the cycle of life and growth.” “Hmm, well ok technically you are correct she just described it so… vividly.”

"From that day on, my mother and I lived seventeen years of hardship. She picked through trash, worked as a live-in cleaner, did every dirty, exhausting job she could. For seventeen years, we never ate a single full meal." I turned and looked at Hannah. "Then, in my senior year of high school, the little girl my father once saved appeared beside me. "She treated me well, pursued me, brought me to her home, and her parents funded my college education." I laughed. "Back then, I thought it was love. I thought my luck had finally turned. "Only later did I realize it was all calculation. "The man who drowned my father had a company on the verge of bankruptcy. The little girl's father was diagnose

When we returned to the cemetery, it felt as if an invisible hand had closed around my heart. I was only a spirit, yet I still felt like I was suffocating, my skin breaking into a cold sweat as my spirit began to flicker. Being buried alive had to be the absolute worst form of torture. The plot was a total disaster area, my casket having been violently pried open. The inside was covered in human waste, but even that couldn't hide the countless scratches covering the wooden walls.

CHAPTER 3 Lily's POV Hmm so, a person can stay alive for approximately 5 hours when buried alive. The thought of being buried alive and awaiting for your death made my skin crawl. I check the time on my phone, It's already 6:05 pm. I close my laptop and clear my search history. I send a quick text to William that I'm on my way to the Cemetery.