Habit Stories

Our world measures worth by titles, likes, and timelines. That's the trap: we think peace will come once we have a little more, do a little better, or move a little faster. I believe jealousy and its twin, envy, have never had a more fertile ground than today. But peace doesn't come from having more or craving what's not yours. It comes from trusting God with the portion He's given you. This book is for anyone tired of the quiet ache of comparison. For the person who smiles for others outwardly but wrestles with resentment inwardly. For you, if you want to be free. Over the next six chapters, we'll look honestly at jealousy, see what God says about it, and practice the habits of contentment that bring freedom. This isn't about denying desire. It's about learning to trust God's plan for your life. You don't have to live enslaved to envy. There's a better way. Let's walk it together.

I would like to personally apologize for what you are about to read. NOTE; READING THE A/N AT THE VERY BEGINNING OF THIS STORY IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. ------ "That was what you did supernatural-related, and you were happy with it. You'd never really considered doing anything more than researching what already existed, yet here you were, in the woods in the middle of the night with nothing but flashlights and cameras looking for some legendary, deformed dog with no hair and claws that could fillet some unsuspecting bystander in mere seconds, Pikett in front of you and Nancy to your right." ------ Y/N and their two friends, Nancy Woodgate and Pikitt Trot, after a Friday night of terror and confusion from examining the old forest near Nancy's childhood home for signs of a dangerous supernatural monster, soon realize that parts of this forest...don't feel right. After Y/N's sudden kidnapping from a stranger in a library leads to them getting dragged into the woods by a well-meaning humanoid, they're forced to find consequences to their actions they never expected. Perhaps this wooded place was in fact very, very unsafe for three young college students looking to stick their noses where they don't belong.

I noticed him before I knew his name. A tall boy in a mask. Quiet. Calm. Completely unbothered by the world around him. For months, he was just another face in my classroom. Then one day, I discovered that the mysterious boy a random girl had texted me about and the boy I'd been secretly noticing all along were the same person. What started as an awkward conversation became a friendship. Then a habit. Then something I couldn't quite name. He says we're friends. Sometimes he calls me his sister. Sometimes he calls me an idiot. And every time I think I've figured him out, he proves me wrong. This is a story about college life, late-night conversations, inside jokes, mixed signals, unanswered questions, and the boy who quietly became part of my everyday life. Because sometimes the most important people don't arrive with grand confessions. Sometimes they arrive wearing a mask.

!!Please don't read if gore of any sort makes you uncomfy!!

A place for memes, crackhead ideas/3am theories, oneshots (maybe) and images I have about Marble Hornets and Emh. I haven't gone though the other series yet so I won't be doing anything for Tribetwelve, MLAnderson, Dark Harvest or any of the other not so well known Slenderverse series. I promise you I'm getting to it though!

A dancer. A cigarette. A love.

The reader has finally accomplished their goal after years, freedom from HABIT... But why is it so difficult to step away? This work is a drabble of a book I used to work on called of Bones and Daffodils. I might pick it back up eventually, but I was inspired to write this (even after my writing app deleted the first half of it and I had to start over from memory). Cross posted on AO3

The Habit or otherwise known as Evan has a daughter named Jade. But apparently Jade also has another side. Her other side is called the Seeker. the stoey is finsihed -under editing- the sequel to this is called The Broken

EMH Fanfic

I think everyone has some sort of addiction- alcoholism, drugs, gambling, eating, exercise, shopping, sex, working, you name it I think we're all prone to at least one. We're only human after all, having a weakness is part of that. But I also reckon we've all got it in us, if we want it hard enough, to overcome and deal with our addictions, which is the ultimate test. That's what this poem's about :D

Your boss , Old best friend , A stranger, Who will you choose....🌈

the saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. you know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and say "no, i'm happy for you" that's when it's really sad. -john mayer **updating every friday**

He's the most perfect thing I've seen, but does he even think of me? (Love poetry)

Winston Merrick, A lonely soul, finds herself lost in the woods after losing her brother to someone who she thought was her best friend. Now shes left to hunt down her brothers murderer. what happens when she runs across her love that she lost 7 years ago.....

So. This will just be like, stories. Short stories of Slenderverse thing's :) Some may be from roleplays Maybe some pictures and drawings It will probably mainly be Marble Hornets and EverymanHYBRID :D

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