Your Cart

Grave Bargains: A Tale of High-Yield Comeuppance

On Sale
$1.49
$1.49
Added to cart
"Mixing the genres of horror and comedy are extremely hard to pull off, but Painter looks that challenge in the face and laughs." --Jonathan Pongratz, author of Reaper


Don't you just hate it when you're having a perfectly nice time being dead, then someone comes along and tries to rob your grave?

But if the grave robber could add a bit more to your treasure hoard, and perhaps help you out with your feelings of inadequacy...well, maybe being woken from The Long Nap might just be worth it.

Grave Bargains is a darkly humorous tale of greed, gravestones, and grisly hijinks.

Available as an EPUB, MOBI (Kindle), or PDF file

Excerpt:

"What should we do with the body?"

Do? With the body? Well, I'll tell you what they had already done. They had tossed my corporeal remains aside as if I were little better than a heap of rubbish.

"Dunno. Same as we always do." Whereas the first voice had grunted out words that were shaky and filled with disgust, this second voice was nearer, steadier, and more confident. "We ignore it and we keep digging. The loot’s gotta be under there somewhere."

Loot? This rapscallion couldn't possibly mean--

I forced my eyes open, and I must say even though I’d only woken a few nights previous to find a morsel to eat and to count my coins, it was a challenging process to lift those lids. A long nap is nothing to The Long Nap, and after three months in my grave I’d come to accept it took a bit more effort to get up and moving when I woke.

What I first observed in the dappled moonlight was a man pulling a shovel from the ground where it had been sticking up like a sundial. Or moon-dial, as the case may be. Unable to find my own voice just yet, I chuckled inwardly. I do love my own wit.

"Yeah, that's what we normally do," said the other man. "But normal ain't what's going on with this one."

This chap, lanky with hair that could have done with a comb and a thick dollop of pomade, had just emerged from behind an obscenely tall, obelisk-shaped gravestone. The stone had been erected sometime between my first and second month of death, and when I woke one night feeling peckish, I nearly shouted to the moon at the sight of it. It wasn’t just the size of the obscene thing, it was to whom it belonged. Samuel Bowie. And below the name, carved with a flaunting flourish were the words, Philanthropist, and Helper of the Poor.

To think I would lie for eternity next to that do-gooder. And be overshadowed by his gravestone. I’ll tell you, the sheep I consumed that night were well-sauced with a gravy of bitterness. 

I shifted my eyes about, scanning my own grave. Now desecrated thanks to these ne'er-do-well fellows with their untidy apparel and peasants’ grammar. My own grave marker, which had been partially covered with shifted dirt, was, shall we say, petite. And made to look even smaller for its placement next to my neighbor’s phallic monstrosity. Still, what more do I need? I’d far prefer to have a dozen more gold coins to count than have my grave adorned by some silly rock that will only get mossy, worn, and overgrown. But did they really need to place one so big next to mine?

I tell you, if it weren’t for my breeding, I might have felt somewhat inadequate.
You will get the following files:
  • MOBI (101KB)
  • PDF (319KB)
  • EPUB (69KB)

Dragon Trouble

$0.79

Space Walk

$0.99

Feeding Suspicions

$0.99

Champ (A Novella)

$1.99

Transcription of Taxi 6473

$0.99

Moonlight Cruise: A Short Story

$0.99

Family Secrets

$0.99

The Heron

$0.99

Hoard It All Before: A Circus of Unusual Creatures Mystery (# 1)

$0.99

The Ghost of Arlen Hall

$0.99