Tombstone Stories

"We are two hearts joined together but always remember me. For we will be forever as one. My brother, under the sun." • Ellanora Raycroft. A wander of the Arizona desert. Leaving nothing to hold her past. Keeping her mouth shut and head down. • Doc Holliday. Gambler, and drinker. The fastest gunslinger in Tombstone. Spending his days dying of tuberculosis. • The cowboys, the law, the city. Tensions are high between the men at play, leaving the women behind. Smoke from a barrel of a gun can lead to blood being spilt. { Doc Holliday x oc } |#1 in docholliday| August 27th, September 26th |#1 in holliday| September 26th |#1 in wyattearp| June 3rd, September 26th |#1 in tombstone| May 19th, June 17th, August 3rd, September 2nd *I do not own the characters in the story, only my own.*

"Alright folks let's do this one last time" his name is Peter Parker and for the past year or so, he's been hells one and only Spider-Man! After a devastating final stand against the sinister six and their affiliates alongside venom, Peter found himself within a Collider which had been manufactured by none-other than Kingpin, the sinister six, and various other Members of Spider-Man's rogues gallery! Made by the villains in an attempt to make contact with other universes for them to rule over with an iron fist! Peter and Venom managed to corner the villains, but before they could be put away, a new revaluation was put into play. Mephisto, the ruler of their nine circles of hell, manifested before them. Revealing the sinister six had actually made a deal with this dastardly demon, with the promise he would power this machine and grant them the power to rule over their domains in exchange for their souls. A desperate power play after months of constant losses to the friendly neighbourhood webswinger. Once he intervened, Mephisto claimed their fates shall be left to the demons of hell! prematurely activated the collider. Sending the unwilling batch to not only hell...A hell from another universe! This hell of course being within the Hellaverse! Scattering them all across the pride ring within this new world, one of the seven realms within this eternal damnation. Peter landed, conveniently, right before the Hazbin hotel ran by Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of lucifer, the king of Hell. Seeing him in his injured state Charlie took him in and helped him get back on his feet, since then, Shes tried to help him find ways to get back home while he has been helping out at her Hotel, while simultaneously engaging in his usual Spiderman duties, only in a completely new city! All rights to Spider-Man and the Marvel universe belong to Stan Lee and Marvel. All rights for the Hellaverse belong to Vivienne Medrano and Spindlehorse.

City lights flash on and off. Fireflies flutter here and there. Passers-by move to and fro. And others are around me, clothed, yet bare. I know how it feels like to be underfoot.

Harry's hands are shaking as he dials the number on his telephone. The coiling white wire is slipping off of the nightstand, right next to the bottle of empty pills. What had he done?

There was only one woman in this world that could bring an outlaw as dangerous as Doc Holliday to his knees; crawling, begging if you would. She shook his whole world until it was nothing but dust. Just the mere mention of her name had chill bumps dancing on his skin, just as the memory of them dancing. He didn't have the deep pockets that her father preferred, or the deep roots of a southern name to help him in business. Their love found a way until something snapped with Doc. He was not a man that let go so easily, but for her? He knew it was in his best interest to let go. (Y/N) (L/N) was not having it. She let him run the roads hotter than a smoke train, she let him make a name for himself in the Wild West. She allowed him to do that but when it came time to come home, she was hunting him like it was bounty and she had a family to feed. She picked up rumors, she listened to the streets; learned the way a Southern Belle should've never even glanced in the direction of. Finally, she got a lead on him and she was on the adventure to bring him home; where he belonged. ___ "I'm going to kill him, my heart. I need to know you'll forgive me when I do." There was no 'if's, it was as simple truth in the future. "Why would you need my forgiveness?" I asked without thinking. I wasn't the one traveling the world with him in tow. "I feel the attachment that you two have had the moment you touched him in the saloon. You may not realize it, but," Doc leaned down to whisper the next part in my ear, "you have a certain air around you that attracts every man that barks." "Good thing, my man howls." I smiled back at him, kissing his jawline.

Peter Parker has been Spider-Man for 12 years, experiencing tragedy after tragedy in his long career as a hero. He knew he couldn't continue forever, but luckily, a special opportunity had presented itself. He's currently recruiting several young people with nearly the same powers as him, hoping to have one of them take over his mantle. Meaning, one of them will become Spider-Man.

"The worst part," he admitted after a long pause, a low whisper, "is that I would do it again. I thought I could save him from their shit, thought I could keep him from getting caught up in their lies. But I was too late - and when they told me to shoot him, I did. And I would do it all again, because I couldn't let them make a mindless slave out of him like they did me..." [1/1 parts completed]

A teenage girl named Anthea Hargreaves ventures into a cemetery with her friends but does not expect what happens after (slow updates)

Learn the daily life of Lionna. Boy trouble, friend trouble, family trouble, and life trouble. How does she manage to get out of it all alive?!

Caroline Holliday is the daughter of the legendary Doc Holliday and Kate Cummings. Raised by her godfather Wyatt Earp she becomes essentially Doc Holliday 2.0

I named this little book of poetry "Poetry November" because of the month I was born in which is November and I love poetry. These are poems I've written whenever I got bored or a mood swing occured. Some are written for people in my life, some about the way I feel. Please give me response to my poems. I'd love to hear any critiques or praise. Thank you and enjoy.

If I were to die this is what I would want on my tombstone

For twenty-five days I stayed in a "behavioral medicine facility" for being suicidal. During my final days I began to write poetry to pass the time. These are twenty of those poems.

Cupcake, a young filly, has survived September but can't remember what happened. All she knows that everypony's dead, including her mother, Pinkie Pie and she has to survive. But she's not the only one...

Ever thought of the darkness that surrounds you? Of what lay beyond those swirling black shadows? Of the creatures that dominated your peaceful night? The Menrads were dangerous and lethal. A powerful clan of five pure blooded vampires and feared by all, the Menrads enjoyed the attention they got. But their happiness was short lived. They weren't the only creatures of night... Beings far scarier than the vampires existed! Creatures so powerful that the purebreeds had began to doubt their own supremacy in the presence of such beings. They couldn't be killed by the hands of the pure bloods...but by vampires of a much lower authority - the half breed! Unknown of the what their future would be, four half breeds struggle against the cruel Menrads and their secret plan to annihilate the poor teenagers along with the threatening new breed of species. Will they die in vain? Will they fight against their rulers or stumble on to the mystery surrounding these new creatures?

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