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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
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
ParadiseHis heart matched the beat of a magic song,
his chest was my pillow, and nothing was wrong.
The dark green of his eyes hypnotized me,
I felt it all the way to my soul, finally free.
His skin was smooth, my fingertips felt at home,
stroking his cheek, his arm, letting my hands roam.
Paradise isn't a dream, or a place faraway,
it's being wrapped in his arms, knowing I'm okay.
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life,
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
FadeToo ashamed to keep you alive
But too attached to let you die
You want to humiliate me? Fine,
I banish you to nothing at all
But I’ll remake you, change my mind
Again, you’ll be a part of my life
I’ll try to make it all alright
I’ll stay this way, sit and stall
But I’ll know you shouldn’t stay
Can’t fix the broken heart I made
In the end I’ll let you fade
I’ll be too tired to carry on
Keeper of the CryptBones stacked upon hallowed bones
Hearts packed tight with stones
Our feelings forgot the weight they carry
In the black beneath the holy Earth
Wander ancient ghosts without joy or mirth
Bright sparks of light by darkness stripped
For wicked grins belong to empty skulls
And jagged knives can only be so dull
Before a painless cut becomes a tearing rip
Each can choose to leave memories alone
As dusted bones upon dusted bones
Lonely Keepers of their own Crypts
Rich KidsRich kids like to drive in fancy cars.
They like to roll down their windows
And let that pure AC fill the streets
Of what they consider “scum”.
They play their music loud,
So you can see and hear them.
With an arm hanging, they
Show off that fake smile.
“Sucks to be you.” They
Pool parties every night.
Yeah, they have it,
But we do we have?
You’re mad aren’t you,
When you see them show off?
They “cruise” down the street,
They might even come down your block.
You want to hurt them,
Tell them to leave,
And you’re envious that their lives,
Are so fucking easy.
But hey, what do you have,
That they really don’t?
You know what life really is,
That’s not a damn joke.
A rich kid doesn’t know,
How it feels to miss dinner,
And before you know it,
You’ve lost weight and you’re thinner.
A rich kid doesn’t know,
How to crawl to the top,
How to face fucking hardships,
GarbageUnknown way ahead
Full of mist
It’s almost midnight
The sun sleeps
Waiting for me
She loses dreams.
I leave her alone.
I won her love
That burned down
In an empty room.
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
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