Stories tagged “graveyard”
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Graveyard Conversation
The air was crisp, and the sun was bright. The dew on the blades of grass gleamed like diamonds in the early morning sun. Homer Titus, the first to arrive, drove his shovel into the grass, then lit a cigarette. Hearing the slam of Haydon’s old pi...
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Conversations continue
Haydon, digging his shovel into the soft earth, said, “That S O B and I worked at the Columbia Brick and Tile. One hot summer he and I were cementing the inside of a coke chimney—-” “Haydon, am I going to have to dig this hole ...
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More Conversations
Homer sat in his truck keeping an eye out for Haydon in the side mirror. He was chewing gum so fast and furious his jaw was getting tired. Finally he tossed the gum from the open window, reached up over the visor and produced a pack of Camel cigarettes...
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Graveyard
Footfalls, raindrops. Dark wood, weathered and smooth, the shadows of a thousand fingerprints buried within. Deep, soft carpet- depressions left from furniture older than the room, finally gone. A leak in the ceiling. Water drips like a metronome, coun...
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Graveyard
Footfalls, raindrops. Dark wood, weathered and smooth, the shadows of a thousand fingerprints buried within. Deep, soft carpet- depressions left from furniture older than the room, finally gone. A leak in the ceiling. Water drips like a metronome, coun...
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Long Gone
Sarah stepped off the hoverbus and stared at the cemetery gates. “You sure you want me to leave you here by yourself ma’am?” the operator asked with a concerned look. “This is a rough neighborhood.” “I’ll be fi...
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MY BLURB!
This is the synopsis to my book. I will leave some bits out for the actual blurb, but it is the story. Graveyard Shift, Book 1: Hell’s Surgeon A young woman is found dead in the house of a local business tycoon, with no wounds. The pathologist...
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Love Amidst the Gravestones
I found myself standing in the graveyard with flowers again. It wasn’t even a particularly nice graveyard. It was just a place where people’s bodies were delivered when they died. I was one of two exceptions and I was here for a kiss. The f...
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Come Here Often?
I awoke in darkness, with no idea of how much time had passed. Hazy memories served to give me an idea of where I was, along with the scents of cheap pine and wet earth. Joe had awakened at the morgue. How had I earned a coffin? More importantly, how w...
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The Man I Married
“I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. Then, louder, as I worked up my nerve and convinced myself of what I was saying, “I didn’t leave a pathetic cop-out of a suicide note.” There were tears in my eyes as I started to...
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The Bite of Pain
The moon illuminated my path through the graveyard as I walked behind the woman who had made me a vampire. We were both silent for much of the way, a fragile truce that agreed to keep the obvious unspoken. I wasn’t capable of deliberately doing m...
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The Tome of Time
Dripping, mouldy Chester Chadwick emerged from his final resting place, brushed the dirt from his decayed trousers, and surveyed the seedy graveyard with a critical eye. He observed jagged yellow tombstones covered with undecipherable writings jutting ...