<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Mortuary on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mortuary/</link><description>Recent content in Mortuary on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mortuary/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Grave Decision</title><link>/stories/2017/01/28/the-grave-decision/</link><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/28/the-grave-decision/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING
Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; try this at home, the story is presented here as a &lt;strong&gt;fantasy only&lt;/strong&gt;,
to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The Grave Request&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The topic came up in conversation, late one night after we had finished watching an old horror movie, the subject of being buried alive. Brandi told me that if I didn’t laugh at her, she would tell me her secret fantasy. I agreed not to laugh or make fun of her, so she told me her darkest desire. After she told me what she had dreamed of for so long. I finally said &amp;ldquo;So you really want to be buried alive, forever&amp;rdquo;?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Grave Decision</title><link>/stories/2016/07/03/the-grave-decision/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/03/the-grave-decision/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The Grave Request&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The topic came up in conversation, late one night after we had finished watching an old horror movie, the subject of being buried alive. Brandi told me that if I didn’t laugh at her, she would tell me her secret fantasy. I agreed not to laugh or make fun of her, so she told me her darkest desire. After she told me what she had dreamed of for so long. I finally said &amp;ldquo;So you really want to be buried alive, forever&amp;rdquo;?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Graveyard</title><link>/stories/2007/03/06/the-graveyard/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/06/the-graveyard/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This story contains sex and necrophilia. If you are under
eighteen or do not like these types of stories, do not read. This is fiction
and should be read as such.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sam walked along the tombstone lime cemetery. He loved to
take walks at night among the graves. It was one of the most peaceful places
he had found in the city. He also dreamed of one  night slipping into the graveyard and digging up a freshly buried young
girl and fucking the corpse till he was caught.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Graveyard</title><link>/stories/2007/03/06/the-graveyard/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/06/the-graveyard/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story contains sex and necrophilia. If you are under
eighteen or do not like these types of stories, do not read. This is fiction
and should be read as such.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sam walked along the tombstone lime cemetery. He loved to
take walks at night among the graves. It was one of the most peaceful places
he had found in the city. He also dreamed of one  night slipping into the graveyard and digging up a freshly buried young
girl and fucking the corpse till he was caught.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>