A certain ghost has been causing trouble in Wuwang Hill lately... Dear Exorcist save us!

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

"Good morning L'manburg..." "...goodnight Dream SMP." ------------------------- Started: 2/11/21 Ended: 3/29/21 ---------- #1 in Eret: 5/2/21 #4 in dreamxreader: 5/21/21 #2 in Niachu: 6/14/21 #8 in Dream: 5/30/21 #1 in Georgenotfound: 6/25/21 #3 in SMP: 10/10/21

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐗 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 "Come and find me," it read. "I hope this letter finds you well. I miss you, Wilbur. Look for me, and let us talk amongst the stars once more." Wilbur goes on a mission to find his past lover using only letters she had left behind as his clues.

"You really didn't need to do that." George took us to another room, he was kind of angry. "No I did." I stubbornly argued. George chuckled as he bent down to look at me, so our eyes could meet. "What's so funny." Still pissed, I crossed my hands in annoyance and anger. "You're so short, you know that." He grinned at my face, patting my head laughing. "Fuck you," I rolled my eyes, giggling taking his hand off my head. I looked up at him, our eyes met, but this time it felt different. Our eyes admired each other. Suddenly it felt like time went in slow motion, like we were the only people in world, like somehow the world stopped just for us. We felt like we weren't afraid of death anymore, our mortal worries no longer played with our minds sitting in the back of our heads. All the anxiety built up suddenly came to a halt. ~~~~~~~~~~~ High school is complete bullshit, the movies make it seem like a utopia and i'm stuck here with ungodly workload of homework and studying. ~~~~~~~~~~~ note: this was my first actual full story, so i'm sorry if it's shitty lol

"In a classroom? Wow, you're getting brave." Clay laughed as he looked around the room, "Never expected this out of you." I walked up to him, stopping right in front of him, our eyes locked onto each other. The grin disappeared from his face, my eyes red with fiery. I raised my hand to slap him, he grabbed my wrist. He scoffed, "Oh come one, you really shouldn't hit people." His grin appeared back onto his face as he inched closer to me. I stood there in silence and stillness, my hand frozen still with his finger's grip on it. ~~~~~~~~ Was it destiny that put us together or what pulled us apart? ~~~~~~~~ This shit is enemies to lovers trope

𝑌/𝑛 𝐿/𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠. 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒. 𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 《︎Completed》︎ 《Fluff 》︎ 《Short Story》︎