One shot book of Sematary and the Haunted Mound. There's like no books on here. (Or at least good ones.)
Send me ideas I have like none.
I'm trying tho 😔✊ Still workin everyday, cause that's all I've ever known
🎀 Fluff 🎀
💋 Smut 💋
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Buck walked around the party, wondering his purpose. He sighed to himself, looking around at all of the people. He walked out the front door in to the cold, dark night.
Buck pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one between his lips as he stepped off the porch. He walked down the road in to the eiere darkness.
He grabbed the cigarette from his lips as he looked up. The stars shining and the half moon up in the sky. How do I always end up here? Outside in the night, pondering my existence.
Buck thought to himself admiring the sky. Yet his extensional dread, he trudged on, and as he was walking he found a bench.
A girl sat upon it, looking angelic, like she was pulling him in. Buck walked up to her. She looked up with a piercing pure gaze. "Hey..." She said. "Hey... can I sit here?" Buck asked.
"Yeah." She looked away as Buck sat down. "What are you doing our here? So late at night..." "I should be asking you that."
The feeling that washed over buck was dreadful yet like he was supposed to be there. "Well... I don't know if you came from there but, up the street my friends having a party. I feel like I have no purpose being there..."
"No I didn't come from there, but I'm sorry. That sounds horrid." She said still looking away. "Now it's your turn..." He trailed off. "I just like it out here at this time. It's so peaceful, like the world is asleep..."
"Yeah... it's so much more serene at night." Buck took a drag off his cigarette. "What's your name by the way?" "Oh, my names Buck... What's your's?"
Bucks eyes waked. He rubbed them and looked around. He was sleeping on the floor in the living room at Sematary's house. He looked over to Oscar peacefully resting on the mattress next to his.
Buck sighed and held his head in his hand. Buck usually never has dreams, so this was a rarity for him. He remembered every single detail. It felt so real...
All day buck couldn't stop thinking about the dream. Lost in thought Zane said something to him. "Hello?" Zane said waving his hand in Bucks face. "Oh sorry... yeah?" "Are you ready for the party tonight? Shits gonna be fire."
