Historias de Buriedalive

told by Ciel Phantomhive

A story about what true friendship is even in the face of death.

He climbed high. But what goes up... must fall. A father who chased lust, liquor, and luxury leaves behind a family begging for his love and for food. He abandoned a dying child and a sick wife for a stranger's touch. But when the ecstasy fades and he wakes to a violent plunge from the hotel's top floor, he realises this fall isn't ordinary. There's no end. No ground. Just falling. And watching him at the edge of every veranda... is death. And the family he left behind.

A funny horror tale about me burying my friend alive!

What would have happened if Henry didn't have those little walkie talkies in his pocket when him and Ray were trapped in that casket by invisible Brad? Read on to find out :) I do not own any of the rights to these characters, all rights are reserved to Nickelodeon.

A person wakes up buried in a coffin

to open your eyes and see nothing but darkness

The heavy silence was cut with the sweet song of a bell. The heart stopping melody played though the air and quickly turned into frantic clattering. Joseph sat still and let out the breath he had been holding. His feet caught up with his head and he bolted towards the shed meters from his spot. His heart beat fell in time with the bell almost like a metronome. His sweat covered hand griped a shovel and he forced his feet to move towards the awaken body. This was Joseph's job. To watch the dead.

Basically stories I think of that don't have enough substance to be written as a chapter book but I still want to share with the world of Wattpad. Enjoy!!!

Alex Kane: The Rebel 😈 Sam Stewart: The Biologist 🧬 Nick Corsonas: The Archer 🏹 Setting: A House In Pocono Mountains Theme: Twist Of Fait-Olivia Newton John Sorry for not finishing

No room...claustrophobia...and trapped.... .. .. 6 Meters Under

when a girl discovers a teen boy who is buried alive she digs him up and saves up. Everyone in the town thinks he's dead but really he both the girl and the boy found the love of their lives and you could say the boy was covered in Dirt.

Her eyes flutter open, she moves to stretch her arms but finds she can't, still partly asleep she trys rolling over, its just a dream. She can't role over, why can't she role over?, now alarmed, and awake she rapidly feels around her.She seemed to be in a box of some sort covered in cushions of satin and her head was resting gently on a pillow, when she came to the realization is was not a box but a coffin. She began to bang forcefully on the walls of her plush cage she now believed she was six feet under and no amount of struggle would ever save her. She immediately flashed back to her in her home, popping pills, Avastin, Oxycontin or anything she could get her hands on. Her regard for her whole life was so little and in that day she had never wanted to die more because she thought there was no pain worse than living the life she was. But now she was different, her life meant something, like it hadn't in such a long time, she needed to survive to get through this.

My eyes are closed, I can hear humming birds chirping and the waves on the beach. I open my eyes, to only see black. This time I don't hear humming birds, I hear crows. I can hear the sound of thunder and drops of rain. Each drop of that rain would make a really loud bang, but it was light too. All I see is black, I assume that my mom walked into my room to turn off the lights, but I'm not in my room.

Bullies at school, an abusive mother at home, what more will i ask for? My life is "perfect" just the way it is~ -Jenn Cheshire~

This poem describes what I imagine it would be like to survive the famous eruption of Mount Vesuvius.

I am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by nyght. Though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid onto a canvas that can describe the stark and utter horror of the nyght I 'died'. To some, I might have been a simple dream. A fallen angel sent to Earth though the paralysing darkness. But on that fateful day, my dreams were ripped apart and taken away from me. My innocent dreams, though reached through malevelent means, were turned into a single blood-red nyghtmare. But, perhaps I should start from the beginning before I tell the end? [[COVER MADE BY: @OdetteSwanson]]