Historias de Gravedigger

"if you underestimate a winchester, you're gonna be pretty sorry about it." oc ~ blake winchester (dean's little sister, sam's twin) supernatural - season one ✞✞✞✞✞ written in lower case. this story follows supernatural season one. it contains mature themes of violence, mentions of blood and supernatural beings. I only own blake winchester, added oc's and the altered story lines otherwise the rest of the credit goes to eric kripke. xoxo winchester

Grave/Digger Y/N! x Forsaken

Featured on the official UndiscoveredBooks profile :D Just random short stories from prompts I find all over Wattpad (I write really weird stories that are not always very happy, hence the name). Enjoy!

mike a 18 year old is moving back to his home town so he can be by his family he buys a house in a cemetery but just as he moved in during the night he hears whispers in the night and a visit from the grave digger that lives next door

This is just things like the Gold Winglet in group chats, talking, stuff like that. There will be a bit of Dusksoon(Duskseer+Monsoon) and a lot of abusing Webs. There is most fucking definitely fucking cursing. The ideas are free to use meaning that you can make your oc's do what my oc's do.

The final living moments of a man who prepared homes for the dead.

A short little tale that leaves plenty for your imgination.

You found a person with a pure heart .. he hides his past what will u do to understand him ? Fall in love , Be His Enemy , Or Be His Past Choice Is Yours🕷

In a forgotten cemetery where the living rarely wander, Goevich-its quiet, stubbornly observant caretaker-spends his days speaking with the dead. They are not monsters or miracles, just people who refused to stop talking after their burials. A soldier who hides his grief behind humor, a mother who returns to the grave of her child, ghosts who argue about politics and heaven as if it were another dull government office. Goevich listens, complains, philosophizes, and sometimes pretends he doesn't care-though he cares more than he'd ever admit. But the dead have a strange way of peeling a man open. They remind him of the regrets he buried, the faith he abandoned, the loneliness he wears like a uniform. And when a child ghost appears-bright, curious, too alive for death-Goevich is forced to ask himself whether he is tending graves... or whether he's just one more ghost waiting to be noticed. Blending dark humor, quiet heartbreak, and surreal conversations with the afterlife, Notes from the Cemetery is a bittersweet meditation on what it means to be alive, to be remembered, and to be painfully, beautifully human.G

A horror story about a mysterious killer that hides bodies for money.

Hi, my names Jack. I'm a groundsman at a grave yard. It's a pretty dead job (no pun intended). However, there is an up side to it. One of my hobbies takes place there. I won't explain it now but I'll tell you it's some type of photography. Remember, the best way to honour the dead is to make them alive again.

This is a story on both sides of war, Suffering and Triumph, Fighting and Talking, Yellow and Purple. Dive into blood, politics, and war, from a perspective of one man to look at all and tell it all, whilst trying his hardest to survive in this dystopian world set underground after ww1, however with a twist on it, bombs were dropped earlier, and the set of events setting it off being much different, but some times may not differ at all. It is heavily based off of the game in roblox, grave/digger, and i also had inspiration from the video game series(metro 2033, last light, and exodus), Now the entire reason i created this novel was for fun and to try and have a perspective from people in a war, set in more dystopian terms, surrounded by more self-destructive people and trying not just his hardest but maybe but always on the brink of death, e.g. sickness, bullets, and insanity. This is my first ever work so if you find any mistakes, please take it easy.

Dead Man Joe is a character of mine and I sorta just felt like putting some snips of his story over here, this isn't in chronological order and is deferent events that have happened in Joe's life. Feel free to read, or don't your choice.

Abigail loves to read, but a few months ago she decided that she didn't just want to read the stories. She has the desire to mimic some of the character's actions. The murderer's in particular. Now Vikki, her older sister, has found out about Abigail's crimes and wants to confront her, but it goes worse then she expected. It might have gone better for Vikki if she had just left Abigail to her habits.

You are a gravedigger, alone in the middle of an arid wasteland on the outskirts of Gramsby. You aren't sure who that woman on the radio is, or who that man in the middle of the desert is, but, you suppose that you aren't really alone with at least those two nearby.

In his notebook he would write the story of the lives the people he burried lived. They were never happy tales. The book bled with the chaos of his mind and those gone before him. This was the curse of a gravedigger. © Dusty Parrish 2017 __________________________________________ 100 word pieces... Continuous

Don't forget those who have passed before us.

Under a smog-smeared moon, in a quiet corner of New Orleans, in the cemetary of a park named Toluka Lay, a deeds of a self-employed graverobber lead to resurfacing of past secrets when he digs his way into the grave of an englishman, and from their the trouble starts.

a story about. a grave digger that slips into insanity from the scars he had from when he was a child.

When a group of curious Archaeological students receive a text specified with co-ordinates, they immediately begin their own quest by following the trail, ultimately leading them into a trap; they stumble upon, what they think, is an age old buried scripture, but it doesn't stop there. Now they must dig deep to unravel the mystery, which would shake the entire Archaeological community of Baltimore. Their every single move are being watched. A mystery that's worth killing. Some things are always meant to be buried in the past.