Shoey OneShots

Sand

The sand between my toes bothered me, but not as much as the fact that my husband was still in our apartment, yet to join me by the ocean. This was our honeymoon and all that seems to fascinate him is the selection of anime DVDs in the entertainment center. I bring him to Destin, Florida and he puts on Black Soul and Butler Eater. {a/n: yes, i meant to put that though its really Black Butler and Soul Eater.} They don't even sound remotely interesting, though maybe a bit disturbing. Now I'm questioning why I even married him.

But then I felt arms wrap around me and I smiled, immediately knowing who it was. "Joey?" I asked, the ghost of a smile haunting my lips. "Yes?" Said an unfamiliar voice. It wasn't Joey. I tried to flail away, but the arms held me tight. Just as I sucked in a breath to scream, another set of hands were clamped over my mouth. This was so fucked up! I was so suing Destin Towers for allowing this to happen on their beach! And what about Joey?! I've been waiting for ten minutes, he promised to be out in five! Why the fuck wasn't he saving me? I swear to god if he was watching Butler Eater, I was divorcing his ass! If I survive, that is...

"Sand on an island, Sand in the sea; Sand in a sandbox, For you and me. Sand from rock that has crumbled into grains; Sand in a sand dune shaped by winds and rains." The voices of my tormentors taunted, advancing towards the stretch of salty water that continues on for miles. I didn't quite get what they were getting at, with their creepy ass rhyme. Suddenly, I sparked an idea. I bit the hand covering my mouth, resulting in a sudden pain in my side. What the actual fuck.....Wait...where they going to drown me?! "Joey! Joey! Fuck!" I screamed, but because of the hand it sounded like: "Hoey! Hoey! Uck!" Yeah, everyone would be rushing to help me now. But as my eyes hurriedly scanned the sandy dunes around me, I realized the beach was oddly vacant. And I also realized, no matter which way I looked, I couldn't seem to catch a glimpse of my persecutor, not an arm, not a face, not their fucking hand, not anything. And their rhyme didn't help at all, only creeped me out further.

"Sand in the desert, Sand on the ground. Sand in a sandstorm blowing all around." They continued, water skimming my feet and chilling me to the bone. This isn't how I wanted to die and definitely not how I expected to. Where the hell was Joey?! "Sand at the beach, Sand at the shore. Sand in the ocean on the ocean floor." They finished the last lines to their riddle as I was pushed underneath the water and chilliness took over my senses. "Bye-bye, Shane." I heard in a very familiar voice, it taking me a second to realize it was no other than my husband, as darkness took over and I died.

I woke up, the sand caressing me and the taste of salt drying up my mouth, the sand between my toes was bothering me, but not as much as the fact that my husband had yet to join me beside the ocean. He'd been inside so long, I'd fallen asleep and had the creepiest dream ever. Where was Joey?! I mean, For God's sake, I would die before he'd ever make it outside!

{a/n: I don't know what that was. I've been reading too many Creepypastas and I'm in the mood for something weird. So, yeah. Tell me what you want next? Fluffy, Smutty, or Sad?}