The Lone Dinosaur Return
"i'm a ghost, petrie." petrie's color drained from his face. "i really am the lone dinosaur. anyway, when i was still alive, there was a war, petrie, much like this one. the sides were the same. sharpteeth against leaf-eaters.
Banshee
We left the next morning before the sunlight filtered through the trees. Jonas was obviously very practiced in packing up his belongings. I was amazed at how much he was able to fit into his single backpack. Unfortunately for me, I was the one he...
September 01, 2017 Day 01
"because, you know a lot about demons and ghosts and whatnot right?" "yes, but your house isn't haunted, dude." "then explain all the shit that's going on."
Reflections
Dust swirled in the wind. It spun around, carrying a dry root ball across the sandy landscape. The sand was incredibly dry and formed beautiful shapes. But with the wind picking up slightly, the area would turn deadly. Every dinosaur knows that sand is...
Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 18
Which then brings us to the next obvious point: while ghost prominently features a poly relationship, i wouldn’t say it’s -about- one.
Mass Effect: Chasing Ghosts Prologue
Story © to me characters © to me mass effect © to bioware **chasing ghosts** **a mass effect novel** **(working title)** _ _ _evil does not always have an ugly face.
Ghost Pack
She had always thought ghosts were supposed to be cold, but then again, most recollections of ghosts were nothing but stories. reality very rarely held up to mythology.
Nowhere Hotel: the frist floor
The ghostly black rabbit is nowhere to be seen. "where the hell am i?" i find myself whispering.
Phantom Chronicles: Chapter 5
I then tried to uncover ben's face but since my paw went through his face, all my paw touched was a cold spot like it would have if i touched a ghost.
Ghost of a Rose ~ Chapter 7
_when i'm old, will anyone care that i used to be the ghost? will anyone even know?_ _ _ _perhaps i could write about it. a collection of stories, like myths. that could help to spread the tale, too.
The Ghost of Greenmantle
The hand let go and vanished without being struck, though, and she could've sworn she'd heard a frightened gasp and a small sob from the same ghostly voice. “rude," she said with a huff, unafraid of the ghost but still quite annoyed.
And the Chunnering Wyrm Doth Chide
Well, it's a complicated story. This was a few years back, by now. I was trying to get up toward St. Arringer's, I'd had a message from a cousin there was work to be had. So I was catching long distance busses when I could afford em and hitchhiking...