Sacred Earth Funerals Stories

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Death and Dying

by CarBuffStuff on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

I see dead people. An odd phenomenon is happening now that I'm getting older. Suddenly, I know more dead people than I do living people, a not so subtle reminder of what's in store for me, later than sooner, I hope. It occurred to me when an old friend from high school suddenly died of a heart attack the other day. It hit home because he was my age. He coul...

Staying over

by W_crest on Aug 14, 2018
Miscellaneous

You work for Paul. You'd hit it off as soon as you met. Now after a three and a half years you are like brothers. At work you're his number one but he's still your boss. You remember that. It's his company after all. You've had lots of great times together holidays and vacations, birthdays, weddings and even have a (respectful) good time at funerals. You wer...

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The Will of the Gods Ch. 01

by TrajanWarchild on Dec 11, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Memphis, Egypt - 3127 B.C.E. A hot dry wind blew in from the west, making an already scorching day all the more unbearable. Sand from the Sahara desert normally scoured everything in Memphis, but today it seemed almost malevolent. Nerata'ari had to shield her eyes with her gold colored shawl as she lowered a decrepit, but watertight, bucket into the Nile ri...

Priestess of the Heavens

by ShyChiWriter on Mar 21, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Hello Lit Readers. Priestess of the Heavens is a story that I really enjoyed writing. I actually wrote it for the Earth Day contest in 2011. I didn't finish it in time, but decided to post it anyway, rather than wait another year for the next contest. It went on to prove immensely popular with readers. At the same time, I will tell you right now that it al...

Making Sacred the Profane

by ClaudetteLauzon on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Halloween has, throughout time, been a night when the veil between the worlds, thins; when the finite distinctions between the real and the fantastic become ethereal; when we celebrate life, death, and all the glory that both encompass. For many years, I have followed a tradition of the Earth Goddess, and worshipped all that is good and just in our world a...

Seduction in Grief

by tkoberon on Jan 20, 2020
Loving Wives

Funerals are necessarily emotionally charged. Whenever I attend one, I notice that grief and sorrow bring out strong feelings in people. Especially when we are burying a husband, women tend to be very susceptible to powerful feelings, whether of grief or otherwise. I keep a lookout for women greeting each other in these gatherings. Unfailingly I spot those...

With or Without You

by Darlantan on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Why the hell did they always play this for funerals, I wondered. U2's haunting epic song of loss just wasn't really what you wanted to hear. It was a guaranteed tear jerker. Who said you always needed to grieve at funerals? No one needs to see you melt into a blubbering mess. Bloody Irishmen. But I guess my dignity isn't really a factor at that moment. I'...

Little Time Thief Ch. 01

by DiminutiveDame on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

Funerals these days are not what they used to be. In the past when a loved one died you had a ceremony, you grieved, family and friends gathered to say good bye and then the body would be buried or cremated but in a way that they were not completely destroyed, mostly the dead was kept close and ever present. But in 3030 things were different, harsher, more...

A Visit to a Fan Ch. 04

by velvetpie on Sep 12, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

He made the left turn into her neighborhood and checked the wrinkled rectangle of paper he'd scribbled on a week ago. He was looking for the number now; he was on the right road and he was that close. He'd flown into Orlando International Airport the day before and had taken his meeting at Disney. He appreciated their offers but he didn't really think that h...

Praying for Rain

by FrankyDiVito on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

Mawgrit opened the large chest and looked at her ceremonial clothes. She knew she had to wear something elaborate to suit the situation, and yet easy to get off. Putting aside her cape and other finery, she pulled out a tapas cloth that had been made by her great, great grandmother. The old cloth, made by pounding the stems of plants, was soft and pliable. T...