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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
You Told Me That You Loved MeYou told me that you loved me
And breathed life in to my world
You told me that you loved me
And you’ll always be my girl
You told me that you loved me
That I’m such a special man
You told me that you loved me
And we were part of His plan
Now you tell me you don’t love me
But you still let me believe
You tell me you don’t love me
And you never let me grieve
You tell me you don’t love me
That we can only be friends
Then you tell me you still love me
But never speak to me again
in the big blue.
So alive in the surf,
so afraid to break the surface
Staring up through the dappled sun,
tail swishing in wonder.
How i wish for
the Celtic Sea
is my big blue playground.
My bravado grows in the night.
are just bright enough to guide me.
The moon controls the tide,
the dawn sends me
Daily Poem #41I guess it's time to go
Time to leave the nest
I'll be back soon I know
And I will try my best
My SkinMy skin my skin
Why does it begin with my skin
Is this world so worldly
Is everyone's pride so lordly
Why is my skin unworthy
Unworthy of your touch
What does my skin have to be
Does it have to be half of me
Why do you have to laugh at me
Laugh at me so much
My skin is only part of me
But it’s the only part you see
I wish someone would set me free
Free from your words clutch
What would happen if my skin was gone
Then would I be a beautiful swan
Would I be a delicate fawn
Why is my skin a crutch
Beneath my skin there is more to see
Beneath my skin there is more of me
Beneath my skin i am free
Free to be me and such
My skin my skin
Why does it begin with my skin
and not with me
Did You Love MeDid you love me then?
Do you love me now?
If you ever did
Can you tell me how?
How you could leave me
And love someone new
Was it really that easy
To leave me and you
You live in our house
And sleep in our room
While I share with a mouse
In a depressing gloom
I still have your picture
The one where you laugh
When you loved me for sure
And we didn’t have a past
I still catch a whiff
Of your love and perfume
But if I step off this cliff
I will be with you soon
So meet me at the end
And we’ll ride off together
And our souls will mend
Tonight I ask of you...Tonight I ask of you...
Would you do me the favor of ending this pain?
Don't look at me like I'm the furthest from sane!
It's torture...its madness
It's sorrow and sadness
My existence a nightmare from which I can't wake
And no measure of distance prevents my heart from break
Every night I pray to God it will end
But he never shows mercy, no reaper does he send
There are those who should never fall for love's charm
For once they are broken, they only embrace harm
Unable to accept, unable to deal
Tortured by every overdosed emotion they feel
It is for those like us that only one end is clear,
Please send me away, forever my dear....
What am I?I thought I was the deepness,
the blackest cold of space
in an endless forward race
Perhaps I was the silence,
the space between the stars
A hollow, aching stellar wind
of burning cosmic scars
I pondered on the echoes,
to ask if they were mine
That slowly spreading whisper
from the very dawn of time
But now I know I'm empty,
like a singularity
And all my deepest, saddest thoughts
never escape from me.
PerspectiveTo me I am nothing
To me I am worthless
But to others I am everything
And to some I am priceless
It is all in perspective
About the things I refuse to see
All I can see is something defective
Self consciousness blocks out the things I could be
Yet my friends see something with prospective
They see the possibility of greatness in me
EmptinessThere's nothing that holds me here
Nothing to keep
Just the everlasting suffering
Down there in my deepest deep
I won't pass the test of life
Everything I touch fades away
I'm not good enough to survive
Loneliness is ruling my every day
I believe only lies
The demons are chasing me
I run with blindfolded eyes
Dragging me into everything I don't wanna be
In these dark days now it's showing
I'm nothing more than an illusion
It's clearly to see where it's going
My life's damaged by intrusion
Blinded and chained down
I'm locked up again
Once again expecting to drown
All my efforts were in vain
He's like a ghost within me
That is draining my soul
Keeping up the forever agony
I'm sure that's his goal
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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