It’s the middle of November and I’m trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don’t just bury themselves.

My feet are cold, but my toes are colder, and that is just too fucking much. It was the straw that broke my figurative back. I dropped to my knees, releasing my grip on the carcass behind me. I let out an exasperated yelp that I didn’t realize I’d actually done u...

It's the middle of November and I'm trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don't just bury themselves.

Dead bodies, also to my great disappointment, aren't all that much lighter than living ones, especially when you're dragging them through snow.

I wouldn’t have been so dumb as to kill in a time like this. The first step to murdering, of course, is checking the we...

It's the middle of November and I'm trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don't just bury themselves.

Julia stumbles a bit, jostling the body. The neck twists in the most awful way - Like a twisler. I gag, bile rising from the emptiness of my stomach. It's been a few days since we started Hunting. No time to warm up canned soup on the Hunt.

"Sorry..." Julia mumbl...

Money doesn't buy silence.

James recalled his fathers' epitaph as he grabbed a shovel from the boot. Surrounded on all sides by snow, Will's red work van looked like a flare. In such pristine snow, it wouldn't take a pair of binoculaurs to see it from miles away.//

"Worrying about the van again?" Asked Will as he slammed the back doors shut.

"I just think you could've picked something a bit ...

We met during due to an accident, it wasn't really planned. It just happened that we both booked the same cruise trip and ended it being neighbours. She was a sweet woman and had her charm. Many fell for her, and so did i. It started out like any film romance: little prods, causal walks, regular cafe meetings.

We swapped numbers. When her hand touched mine, i swear i felt a little electrical shoc...

In war, fairness is a myth—at least in this world.

Odessa trudged through three feet of snow, her boots sinking with each step. Much to her dismay, bodies don’t bury themselves.

November marked the beginning of the resistance’s plan. By now, Queen Morana’s forces should be half-frozen, their limbs sluggish, their reflexes filled by the cold.

Odessa’s orders were simple: lead a small legion, amb...

It was mid-November, and I was trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my disappointment, bodies didn’t just bury themselves. The white blanket beneath my feet creaked treacherously, like a loud laugh that echoed through the empty forest. Taehyung—or Hyun, as Jeong, the charismatic boy, affectionately called him—still felt the steel fingers of guilt on his heart.

Why did I even agree...

Cami sentía como cada vez se hundía mas y más en la nieve, la que crujía con cada paso que lograba dar. Creía que llevaría caminando ya una media hora, pero a lo lejos aún lograba percibir el sonido de la ciudad: el claxón de los autos, la sirena de una ambulancia y el ladrido de los perros.

Tenía que seguir caminando, adentrarse aún más en el bosque, más dentro de la sierra, áun más profundo.

S...

They call me the Undertaker. And I am. An undertaker. That is truly my profession. But when the Company needs some body to disappear, they call me. I do after all, have a special talent. And the means to make said body find a new home.

The problem is that today, we have had an early snow. A big, early snow. Three feet in the middle of November. I can’t believe I’m trudging through the sn...

My dog died and it’s been a terrible day. He was just laying on the floor lifeless when I got home from work. I’m not sure what happened. He was all I really had. Now I’m all alone. I have to bury him although I wish I could stay with his corpse forever....