This is about various oneshots that have ideas that have never been thought of before. And ideas that are rare as well.
This isn't future stories for me. This is in case you're looking for more unique ideas as inspiration for potential future storie...
A/N: Just a reminder that some oneshots will be longer than others.
Peter Parker made his way through the familiar headstones of the graveyard, a bouquet of flowers in hand. He came to a stop before two weathered stones bearing the names Richard and Mary Parker.
"Hey Mom...Dad." Peter knelt down, brushing a few dead leaves from the base of the stones. "Sorry I haven't visited in a while. Things have been...well, pretty chaotic as usual."
He placed a flower on each of their graves, smiling sadly. "I wish you both could see me now. Graduated from high school, going to college...even this whole Spider-Man thing. I hope I'm making you proud."
Peter stood with a sigh, gazing down at the silent memorials of his parents. His eyes drifted to another stone nearby - the final resting place of his Uncle Ben. "And of course, you too Uncle Ben. Not a day goes by I don't think of the man you were, and the lessons you taught me."
As Peter turned to leave, a faint noise caught his ear. The sound of paws padding on grass, coming steadily closer in the darkness. He frowned, glancing around the empty graveyard. Nothing but rows of headstones beneath a blanket of night.
A pair of glowing white eyes suddenly reflected in the moonlight, peering at him from behind a large crypt. Peter tensed, senses tingling - he wasn't alone here after all.
"Hello?" he called out cautiously. "Anyone there?"
A rough growl answered in reply. Slowly, a large black dog emerged from the shadows. But there was something not quite normal about this animal. An eerie silver glow seemed to emanate from beneath its shaggy fur.
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Peter blinked in surprise. "A...Church Grim?" He had heard legends of the spectral black dogs said to guard churchyards, but never thought they were real.
The dog stared directly at him, eyes gleaming with an unearthly light. Its lips curled back, revealing dagger-like teeth in a silent snarl.
Peter raised his hands slowly, indicating he meant no harm. His heart raced - spectral guard dog or not, those jaws looked able to inflict damage. "Easy boy. I was just visiting my family."
The Church Grim continued to glare, as if peering into Peter's very soul. For a long moment, all was still.
Then, abruptly, the glow faded from its eyes. The dog closed its jaws, seeming to lose interest in Peter. It turned and loped off into the night, vanishing between the ancient tombstones as if it had never been there at all.
Peter let out the breath he'd been holding, pulse pounding in his ears. He glanced over his shoulder at the stones of his family with a wry smile.
