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What makes a Ghost-Skulker(and the Dangerous Game)In life his name was General Kent Husk.
He would have died alone and peacefully with his manservant had he not be bested in a battle of wits by a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain. His life ended on an island.
Husk grinned. The type of grin that showed all his teeth and made his manservant shiver with fear. “There’s been another wreckage.” He murmured, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of a hunt. “Vani, prepare the hounds. And fetch my gun!” He barked harshly, turning a cruel eye on his mute servant. Vani shuffled away quickly and silently, the limp he had received a none too pleasant reminder of the last hunt, when he had not moved as quickly.
The hunter turned his gaze back to the churning seas, dark delight playing in cold eyes. “Perhaps this whelp will bring a challenge to the Greatest hunter to ever have lived.” Heavy boots thunked against the stone ground as the man turned and began walking leisurely to
What makes a Ghost- PrologueIt had been a long day. Or so, the Ghost Writer had assumed when he found the half ghost sleeping on the floor of his library. With a blatantly annoyed sighed the ghost lightly kicked the halfa, rolling him onto his stomach. “Unghf….” Danny Phantom let out a rather unmanly moan, his eyes beginning to flutter open. “Five more minutes Jazz…” He mumbled sleepily. The Ghost Writer watched with a wry smile as the white haired teen clutched his arms around his knees and curling into a ball. The smile did not last long; he was a ghost, albeit a well-adjusted one, but with that came being territorial. This time when he kicked the teen it was not as gentle, effectively rousing the ghost boy from his slumber. “Jazz! Quit it would you?” Danny immediately shouted irritably, leaping to his feet. The Ghostwriter was not amused. “Care to explain what you are doing here, Ghost Child?”
Danny’s adrenalized eyes met Ghostwriter
Invisible- Part Twenty Four (Part one) It was hundreds of years ago, long after the Great Battles but long before the world as it is known today was born. Pitch had been rising in his forces, his fearling army growing stronger and larger with each passing day. He with the size of his army growing, Pitch was growing bolder. And the Guardians? They awaited orders from Tsar Luna, the Man in the Moon. He would tell them what to do; he would guide them in their hour of need.
Finally, that hour came. Pitch was attacking a thriving city in Italy. Venice. His fearlings were surrounding the city, an impenetrable wall completely and totally covering it. The very presence of the fearlings blotted out the sun and filled the air with a dank musk, transforming the mild sunny day into a gloomy and dreary night. The screams of the towns people filled the air, the only sound more terrifying being the shrill shriek of the fearlings elated screams. Venice was falling to fear.
The Guardian’s arrived and the second t
ShieldYou've shattered my soul;
And broken my bones;
I'm laid out on the table for all to behold;
A shadow of the person they used to know.
Appearances are deceiving
and my silence is a mask
But the messages you're receiving
are coming out cracked.
I'm just a beautiful nightmare;
A horrible dream;
You don't really care
that I'm not all I seem.
Invisible- part 23“Jack. There is question I been meaning to ask you.” North thundered, grinning broadly. Jack flinched, immediately thinking back to everything he could have possibly done wrong since he had last seen North. “Yeah?” He asked slowly, waiting for elaboration. “Why is hot coco in your hair?” North laughed, brushing flecks of the dried treat from the younger guardians hair. “Oh. That.” Jack muttered, batting his hair until the flecks stopped falling. “Sarah got mad at me and dumped hot chocolate on my head.” North was elated with that statement, his bellowing laugher echoing throughout the workshop. “This Sarah, I like her!” He exclaimed, warmth in his eyes as he watch Jack struggling to get the chocolate stain out of his snowy hair. “She’s strange, you would like her.” He joked, accepting a yeti’s offer of a wet towel. “Strange how?” North asked, stroking his beard as he watche
Invisible- Part 22Sarah held onto Rebel's shoulder for comfort as she warily observed the strange landscape. Rebel had brought her to a clearing, overrun with weeds and plants that must have once been well cared for but had been forgotten over time. Tendrils of ivy and roses climbed up an ancient wrought iron fence taller than the girl if she had stood on the Nightmare's head. Twilight had long since fallen, leaving Sarah and her shadow horse in total darkness save for the light cast by the waning moon hanging in the sky above them. A pale mist snaked along the ground, rendering all it consumed invisible. Sarah began to shiver slightly, imagining all the horrors that could be hiding under the cover of darkness. In her mind disembodied hands crawled along the cold ground, reaching for her ankles, crawling up her legs, crawling over her face. Sarah squeaked, suddenly terrified by the thoughts her imagination often wielded. The Nightmare by her side sensed her fear, nuzzling her shoulder comfortingly
Invisible-Part 21"Rebel! Rebel!" Sarah shouted, pulling on the Nightmare's mane in a desperate attempt to rein him in. The Nightmare's only response was to run faster, taking the girl away from what he had perceived as a threat. "Stop it you damn horse!" She screeched, glancing back at the two colored dots on the ground. "Rebel! If you go any higher I won't be able to breath!" Sarah's panicked plea caught the Nightmares attention, slowing it to a steady trot. Rebel straightened out his course, running across the empty sky. "Where are we going?" Sarah asked the dark horse. Rebel turned his head to face the girl, bright eyes glowing. He let out a playful snort, throwing a burst of speed as he whipped his head back forward. I guess you'll tell me when we get there…
Jack turn to face Sandy, eyes nearly popping out of his head. "What… just happened?" He asked slowly, clearly shocked. Sandman shrugged, gesturing for Jack to follow him. "What was that?" He repeated. Sandy sighed, shaking h
Invisible- Part 20"What is that?" She exclaimed excitedly, pointing towards the nebulous dreamsand. Jack smiled victoriously, proud that he had found a way for Sarah to see the Sandman without resorting to tricks again. "That's the Sandman." He explained, opening the window. "He's the Guardian of Dreams. It's his job to protect the children from nightmares and to open them up to new worlds." Jack moved out of the window sill to allow a tendril of gossamer dreams to flow into the room. Sarah's face was alit with wonder and joy, an expression that seemed to be a rare occurrence for the girl. The Guardian smiled again, clutching his staff in one hand. "Come on, meet me outside. You'll really be blown away by the show!" He chuckled, perching on the windowsill as he waited for a response. Transfixed by the golden glow, Sarah nodded slowly. "There's more?" She asked. Jack laughed, "More than you could dream of!"
This is unbelievable… Sarah thought to herself, pulling on a pair of heavy snow boots and t
Invisible-19Who am I, really? I am Sarah Viantinio. Daughter of Andre and Emma Viantinio, Granddaughter of Rosa and Giovanni Viantinio. I am the last of my father's family line. I am alone. Ignored. My classmates think I tried to kill myself. Why? Because I nearly froze to death in a beautiful pond. Someone pulled me out. And you know what? I really wish they hadn't. I'd be better off dead.
When Jack didn't respond Sarah began to feel the silence weighing down her heart. She had never told anyone the story of how her mother died, or how when her father had returned and found his children she had been so weak she fell next to her mother's corpse. How after three days in the hot Nevada weather, she had bugs crawling over her. Or how she had been covered in her blood.
Sarah was scared, but for a new reason. Her nightmares had started long before her mother had been killed, but they had gotten so much worse after the bad man had visited her. She never told anyone because who would want to
Doesn't it scare you? Doesn't it scare you?
Doesn't it scare you, knowing that a bullet could take your life away quicker than quick?
Doesn't it scare you, being hit by a grenade harder than brick?
Does the loud sounds of guns firing make you jump?
Do you ever feel scared that you'll never wake up from this nightmare known as war?
Doesn't it scare you Never knowing if you'll make it out alive.
Doesn't it scare you knowing Over hundreds out to kill you... to end your life.
Doesn't it scare you? Possibly being stabbed with a knife?
Although, you shouldn't be scared.
Think of how much your cared.
Loved ones, waiting for your arrival.
Hoping that your the best when it comes to survival.
You are loved and highly adored.
Remember, you are protected by the Lord.
Rising AboveUsing a candle, I held it up to truly see
light took the shadows from your hands
and then I realize now that I am free
I can finally say goodbye to these sad lands.
I had become helplessly and hopelessly buried
I had struggled, choked, and cried
but it was myself that I continuously carried
I believe each moment a piece of me died.
Yet, I could feel a light drawing nearer
I dug myself from the deepest pits of the dirt
now I can stand looking in the mirror
I have risen above this bleeding hurt.
You have done your harmful deeds
but you have failed to bury me completely
reflection is what your heart needs
regardless, I'll say goodbye to you sweetly.
So farewell. Enjoy your lonesome tree.
They are mere threads of pain and fear
skillfully weaved together to form
They plague my mind and
torture my soul
I wish to cut my ties with them
but they are pulling the strings
Dear little creature,
you are nothing more than an illusion
please go home
return to hell and leave
my mind alone
I refuse to be a victim
in this murder case
How dare I allow you to
massacre my dreams
My imagination is not so weak
as to let you run amok
in my mind anymore
Let me rest in peace.
Regrets, Regrets, RegretsI'm caged in,
barred in my mind.
There is no key, no savior,
so help me please!
I'm only human,
prone to make mistakes.
I didn't need this,
I didn't deserve this,
what was “right” is wrong!
Regrets, Regrets, Regrets,
they keep me in.
No matter how much I kick, scream,
nothing is here to save me.
Some think it is a animal,
a beast within me.
Some think it is the past,
spinning and circling in repeat.
For me, it may be both.
The past is the past,
laughs the animal in me.
It kicks in me,
spilling crimson and regret.
I bleed in cruel and bitter rule.
Regrets, Regrets, Regrets,
evil identities on repeat.
Always here, Always there,
a true crown of thorns...
Sticking on my head,
pounding with my heart,
All I ever wanted was to be free..
Regrets, Regrets, Regrets,
we are here to fight you.
Don't take her,
she is stronger than you.
Don't take him,
he is too.
Regrets, Regrets, Regrets,
come and fight like a man!
Prove to me you are what you say you are!
Don't run and hide, come with
I Can't ImagineI can't imagine how you feel,
the emotions of what you are going through.
All I can do is say "I'm sorry,"
and do my best to be there for you.
The people we love, care for,
even idolize leave at too high a cost.
Because once they are gone, we mourn,
we cry, and even pray for the one we have lost.
I can't imagine how you feel,
while you are bereft of that special person now.
I can swear to you, that this moment and forever on,
my shoulder is yours to lean on, and this I avow.
You are not alone, other hurt now too,
for this loved one touched many a soul.
While in your heart there may be a hole,
In time their memory you'll be able to extol.
I can't imagine how you feel,
I really can't grasp the concept or have a clue.
I won't be able to help you get over it,
but how to live, push forward, and love again; I will, always for you.
Don't Tell MeI don't mind if you don't talk to me anymore
I forgot what the talking was even for
Because for me, we're in a happy place
Still have a smile that's on my face.
So, Please don't tell me,
Don't tell me you don't love me anymore.
They ask how things are going with me and you
I lie to them, I hope that you do too
Because they don't need to know,
Don't need to know it's true.
Please don't tell them,
Don't tell them you don't love me anymore.
We both know that it's through
I'm lying to them, I'm lying to you
I can't remember when it was true
I can't remember how I felt about you.
Still, Please don't tell me
Don't tell me you don't love me anymore.
It happened, gave a shock, yet I already knew
No more lying, it's what we had to do
Still I cried, even though you told me not to
No reward, no point, I had already lost you.
But I know you had to tell me,
Had to tell me you don't love me anymore
deeperas I float
deeper into the blue
watching my boat
fade from view
thoughts seize upon
a memory of you
in a garden room
made for two
a long distant spring day
warm breeze upon our skin
the promise of an adventure
about to begin
as bubbles trail
cold wet lips descending
speak your name
with love unending
not a testmere moments ago
we laughed and talked
time calmly still
while we walked
then you were gone
out of the camera frame
this thing called life
can never be the same
so many minuses
carrying on traditions
nothing adding up
with so few additions
so desperate to survive
but fade they will
just as those who are alive
love alone is left to conquer
our worst and best
life is but a journey
not a test
Why yes I'm sick.
Sick of you
Of the lies
Sick of always wearing a disguise.
Sick my my home life
Of the screaming
Sick of the countless failed tries
I'm sick of fighting
Over what will never get done
Sick of the dirty looks
Sick of glances
My names in the air
So they're taking advantage
No, of course I'm fine.
So sick of the lies
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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