Historias de Mortuary

Elizabeth Morgan is a licensed mortician. Her job is to preserve the deceased and make them presentable. Lately she's been experiencing strange encounters at the morgue. Doors flying open, knocks at the body freezer and the occasional singing in the long stretch of the poorly lit hallways. Is it spirits or something else?

Blondes need to do more than just have fun for a living. Wait a second...that's all they're supposed to do. Semi-based on a true story.

A Gothic Victorian Mystery. Annette Dyer returns home following a lengthy absence to find that her mother is due to remarry. Story to be updated as written for #nanowrimo2019

A series of Annabelle Frinksy working in a mortuary, with different sub-stories to unfold. Btw i am a 13 year old kid and all these descriptions may not be true. Pls dont attack me.

A feel-good collection of short stories and oneshots about a warm but intimidating funeral director, her troubled, slightly neurotic funeral assistant/foster daughter, and all the ways they comfort and complement each other as a goofy pair of outcasts. Enjoy!

This story is set in the early 80s. Anna Flores has always wanted to become a doctor ever since she was a little girl. she's been in college for a few years and she was ready to become everything she wanted but something stopped her. Her mother, Nancy Flores killed herself. She says it was because of the lose of her husband, Anna's father. While seeing her mother before the funeral she ends up speaking to the head of the Morgue. He offers her a job there if she was willing. She decides that she would take it. Will it be the worst decision she makes?

Moving is a hassle, especially when it's a cliché old house with an abundance of dark rooms to keep track of. Had pretty bad writers block, but anyways, happy October!

It's not the dead that bother mortuary photographer Toby Shaw. It's the living who are determined to make his life hell. Between his sister's husband (a bully), his boss (almost certainly some form of undead creature) and his father (slowly going mad), he has a lot on his plate. One particularly bad day gets worse when he meets Cordelia Rossetta, a woman who claims to be haunted by her dead husband, who shows him a photograph that cannot possibly exist.  Toby finds himself drawn into London's occult scene as he tries to unravel the mystery of the photograph and what happened to his father. But he better be quick, because the bodies are starting to mount up - bodies with their eyes and heart ripped outcut out and their hearts missing.  Submitting to agents at the moment so only a preview of the first few chapters is up.

I was a Mortuary Transporter. I was ok with many jobs removing bodies from homes. I have mostly removed elderly people who have just died in their sleep. It was tame and I had no problem meeting families and comforting them and helping them mourn and they were so thankful. But I had this one job that made me rethink my job, life, and faith. And if we actually die, or does our boby die with our soul trapped in the rotten corpse? Can someone possess their own body after they die? Am I dead?

The mortuary stood at the edge of the city, a monolithic structure shrouded in silence and secrets. Its walls bore witness to countless stories of lives ended too soon, whispers of the unknown lingering in its dimly lit halls. For most, it was a place of closure-a final destination where the dead found rest. But for Lyra Moore, it was a labyrinth of unanswered questions, where reality blurred and darkness thrived. Lyra had taken the job at St. Helena's Mortuary hoping to leave her troubled past behind. Yet, as the nights grew longer, and the shadows deeper, she found herself ensnared by the eerie aura of the place. Strange symbols carved into bodies, cryptic whispers in the silence, and a growing sense that someone-or something-was watching. This was no ordinary mortuary. It was a threshold between the living and the dead, where every corpse held a story and every shadow concealed a secret. Lyra was about to discover that the dead don't always rest-and some secrets are buried for a reason. What began as a job to escape her own demons would soon become a descent into the unknown, where the line between life and death was as fragile as the whispers in the dark.

By the age of nineteen, Faye de Acastre was much more familiar with scalpels and innards than any person should be, especially as a woman. Faye and her father own the only mortuary in town. The only apothecary as well. Since the death of her mother, she became her father's assistant, healing the living within the town and dissecting the dead. However, after meeting Henry Lowde, the son of one of her wealthy patients, her carefully composed world begins to crumble. She begins to sneak threads off the clothes of the cadavers in her father's shop to weave a tapestry for Henry's family, but instead sets off a series of events she cannot prevent. Thrust into a magical world within the tapestry, she must find her way out with a man as infuriating as he is charming, and destroy the prison of her own making.

You've moved to a new city with a career change and an empty flat, ready to start over from a life of running and fighting. Sure, working at a mortuary may be morbid, but at least your new boss is easy on the eyes. Let's hope that his standoffish attitude is because he's slow to trust, and not because he thinks you're a bumbling moron. Also, let's hope that your past doesn't catch up with you.

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When a restorative artist witnesses death collect a soul-and death looks back-Their quiet life unravels into a citywide hunt through laundromats, hospice rooms, and tunnels where trains never come...