Falling from Grace- Part I
My wife's headstone lay under the shade of a yew tree. i stood above it and suddenly felt very alone. although i owned the estate and the land, mary had been the only aspect of my life i had truly cherished.
Green Shuck
Neil held a hand over his racing heart, breathing hard, then hesitantly followed the ghost through the headstones.
A Hairy Problem
Suddenly his face split into a huge smile and he ran towards the headstone without bothering to stay on guard. mr. lordi raised his axe but let it fall back down to his side.
Superhero Story: The Grave Keeper's Headstone
The grave keeper's headstone for necross by draconicon "well, well. the grave keeper himsssself." lorenus smiled as he slithered around the unconscious form of the raven villain.
Graveyard 'Tag'
She sighed softly, flicking the flashlight off again, before she dropped to a crouch, staying between the headstones and trying her best not to get her leggings caught on the small rose bushes that were dotted around the place.
My Bitch
They close the casket once everyone said their final goodbyes, they bury him in the ground and place the headstone.
Teardrops in a Storm
He sat back and laided the roses on the ground before brushing his paw longing against the headstone that marked where his love now lay. he stood up and closed his eyes, sure he'd break down if he had to look at it much longer.
Jackie-The-Junior Epilogue-Second-Chances
There's a two plot section, with one headstone, that's my destination sheltered partially by said wall. i come to a stop just behind xin's headstone placing my hands on either side of the carved statue.
Problems of a Distraught Cub - Intro p.9 (end of intro)
I spit on the little piece of stone that served as his headstone. the epitaph said he was a great father, husband and fur as a whole. bullshit.
Sacrifice
She stares at the gray headstone and sighs. "he was my road map, raphael." she said softly "he was always there for me. he constantly told me he loved me and he was there for me.
~ Dark Horseman ~
Elias remained leaning against her neglected headstone, arms folded. that single cold emerald eye bored into her, but for a heartbeat something older flickered behind it — a memory not his own, or perhaps too much his own.
How It Goes - Part 11
As far as lone monologues in front of headstones go, i do hope i am not the only one who can carry on a conversation all on my own - though i admit, in my case, it is not in front of my still-alive mother's tombstone - rather, it is an expression of my own