Vague Stories

"It would've been better if we had never met him at all" In which the story of three is told through the moments in which they are at water *short chapters*

Being dead is awkward. Especially when you don't know you're dead until a truck tries to transmigrate you into another world. Meet our main character, ■■■■■. Ghost. Amnesiac. He forgot his own name so he went by the name Vague. He didn't ask to be haunted by questions about his past or hunted by exorcists who think "coexisting" is a bad word. After a not-so-minor exorcism attempt, Vague finds himself working with the very people who want him gone. Including Harmonix: ice-cold, strictly-by-the-book, and allergic to nonsense. "If you use your powers to interfere, I'll exorcise you myself." Harmonix warned. "Hai, hai, Captain." Vague replied, trying to keep the conversation light, but definitely sweating on the inside. Turns out, teaming up with exorcists isn't as terrible as Vague expected. He's got a new purpose, a sorta-kinda job, and some friends? Maybe? Now, if only he could remember who he was before he died. But his past wasn't that important, right? Oh, how wrong was he? Will he uncover the truth behind his ghostly existence? Or is some baggage better left buried with the body? ______ The cover art is made by me so please don't use it without my permission.

-you think you can own me? that I'm some kind of possession that you can just claim? +believe me I already had claimed, even before you could learn how to imagine a word.

After a night haunted by whispers and fractured dreams, Kyle Darkfield awakens in a place that isn't his, inside a body that doesn't feel like his own, beneath a crimson moon he has never seen before. Before him lie a blank journal, a rusted revolver, and cryptic writings that can only be read in the presence of death. Everything around him points to a hidden cult known as The Servants of the Eye, as if his very existence... had been orchestrated. Each chapter draws him closer to the seal. Each step unlocks a doorway to a deeper rite. And each whisper comes from something... beyond reality.

a story of struggle, disappointment, overcoming, and finally; hope. a memoir.

❝Pauciloquent; using few words in speech or conversation❞ Just another book of crappy sentence poetry. [#388 in poetry]

The Crystal Mountain gained infamy for making anyone who ventured in rich with gems and gold. An entire town grew out of it. They depend on it. Entire lives are centred around mining out the great peak. Yet sometimes there is such a thing as too deep...

In a world full of all kinds of people with super powers. Be it heroes, villains, and the in between, one man outsmarts them all. With a hearty laugh and a boisterous personality! He is-! The World's Greatest Vigilante!

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. - Edgar Allan Poe A collection of blissful dreams, fearful nightmares, vivid visions reflecting on our state of mind and of heart... Before it slips away, contemplate its significance. They aren't made of solid particles but of images and of memories, that we will hold in our minds eye for a lifetime.

Ambiguous

❝No worries and hurries, let everything go on little by little.❞

A murmur of the land upon which the marching band stomped on in its haunting glory . stories buried for nights that go unnoticed. mostly unnoticed.

This is slightly based off of Fullmetal Alchemist (2003) but it's more of a very vague short story. And I hope you enjoy.

A small collection of my poems.

<<"Fly, fly, to the world we used to be!">> <<"And to the world we used to love">> . . . . ☆ A short, symbolic piece. Open to any interpretation. [!] I only own the cover and the story, for the photo in each chapter isn't mine.