Funeral Director Salary Stories

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Saving Danny

by EgmontGrigor2019 on Mar 12, 2019
Romance

Chapter 1 At the tail-end of a prolonged rain storm, Danny Maxwell was negotiating the treacherous rocky 'Devil's Downhill Staircase' at 40-45 mph, the recommended speed for motor cross riders to smooth out the dips and rises of the terrain, when disaster struck Tons of water, logs and debris were swept down the steep hillside above by floodwaters throu...

A Week In The Mountains Ch. 29

by D.C. Roi on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Chapter twenty-nine Frankie and Kay didn't go back to Jamestown until the day of the wake. After they got there, they took showers, changed, and went to the funeral home. They talked to the funeral director on the phone and had decided that the caskets should be closed. When they arrived at the funeral...

Betsy & the McBrides Ch. 01

by Egmont Grigor on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Four-fifteen on a lightly raining morning marked what appeared to be the start of social disintegration in the life of Betsy Milton-Stewart. Betsy awoke to hear her husband Royce cry, "I don't feel well." He coughed and gurgled, starved for air, dying of a massive coronary at 4:15. A former star athlete and regional Young Businessman of the Year winner, Ro...

Diminishing Wrath of Jackie Stone

by Egmont0409 on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

CHAPTER 1 The words 'bright, sullen, clever, devious and tough as old boots' would have described Jackie Stone as a young girl perfectly. She really was a mixed bag. Until Jackie turned ten she was a pretty and rather cute energetic youngster thriving under her mother's care and protection but during that year cancer was diagnosed and months later Rebecca S...

Dead Things Need Love Too

by Darkestkiss on Sep 15, 2017
Erotic Horror

The young man, brow furrowed and glasses perched low, bent over the table. His scalpel gleamed in the low light as he sliced through flesh and sinew. A thick tube was twisted with some force into the opening he created, allowing a dark viscous fluid to ooze toward the drain. Mr. Walker didn't move, but that was expected. Corpses tend not to do that. He turn...

Seriously Inconvenienced Ch. 03

by WifeWatchman on Sep 14, 2017
Non-Erotic

The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...

Sally's Slut Stories Ch. 07

by jack_straw on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

November 1981 Sally Johnson paced the floor at the massive old funeral home where in a few hours her stepfather, Ted Bissett, would be eulogized before being buried at the huge cemetery nearby. Sally was waiting for Ted's best friend Matt to arrive with something that might make the day go a little better. The previous days had been emotionally draining f...

Back to Bristol Ch. 22

by GaryAPB on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

It was ten o'clock on the Sunday morning after the Company dance that I was in my living room, just collecting my suit jacket from the night before, which I'd left draped over a dining chair, and my phone rang. I opened it and saw that Piers was calling me. "Yes, Piers?" "Chris." And the hairs on the back of my neck went up, there was something in his voi...

The Outsider Ch. 26

by caligula97236 on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 26 -- Ruthie's only choice Throughout April, Mike quietly continued driving Sam's truck around campus and collecting money from meters. It was a routine that he started to enjoy, apart from the extra income that he was taking in. He spent his afternoons listening to news on the radio, took breaks when he wanted, and spent most of his time working al...

Harry Dick and the Xmas Bank Caper

by Jenny_Jackson on Aug 31, 2017
Humor & Satire

The cold, late December wind blew down 7th Avenue making swirls of soft white snowflakes here and there outside the small Lonesome Dove Funeral Chapel and Off-Track Betting Parlor. The cheap, twinkling Christmas lights and fake fir bows wrapping the telephone pole on the corner looked, if anything, just as gaudy and cheap as the suit Harry Dick was wearing....