Guardian-of-Creation

A nightmare. That is all it was. Right? Wrong. It was much more. He was real. The man who's been stalking your dreams is real. He killed your friends, your family.... Now all there is is you. Of course, you was his sweet little (y/n).... he'd never hurt you. He loved you. He'd kill for you. "G-GO AWAY!" you screamed. He laughed. "Why would I do that princess?" He purred. You felt tears fall from your eyes as you backed against the wall, trying to get away from....him. He chuckled and ran his claws through your hair. "Your so beautiful..." he whispered, his lips inches from your neck. You shivered. "P... please...." you whispered softly. He

It was Christmas eve, the busiest day in the pole. Yeti's were scurrying round, making sure everything was ready to go so North could leave in order to deliver the presents. The elves, well they were just being elves. And you, well you were in the midst of it all, trying to avoid the giant Yeti's from stampeding over you. And most importantly, trying to avoid Jack. You and Jack had been friends for a while, after a cold, hard snowball had smacked you right in the face. It was a harsh meeting. But he was more shocked you could see him than the foul language pouring out of your mouth. You were a teenager; No teenager had believed for centu

You knew who it was the moment you realized how abnormally cold it was in your room. Lazily, you opened your eyes, still half asleep. It was dark out, but moonlight pouring in through your window allowed a bit of visibility. The figure was kneeling on the floor next to your bed, waiting for you to wake up. You turned you head to look at your clock. The numbers beamed 4:16 in a painful red. You inhaled deeply and sat up, drowsiness urging you to fall back asleep. “Jack…” you yawned, rubbing your eyes awake. “What’s up? It’s friggn’ 4 am…” You found it unusual that Jack would visit you

“Hey! Jamie! Don’t run too far ahead! I don’t wanna lose you!” A loud laugh was the response as the young boy running ahead of you slowed down and turned to face you. “Come on, (Name)! We’re almost there!” You smiled lightly as you walked up next to Jamie and ruffled his hair. “The lake’s not going anywhere, buddy.” “I know, but I wanna skate!” And with that said, he latched onto your hand and began to drag you down the snowy trail. You were used to this sort of behavior. You’d been babysitting Jamie since he was five and you were eleven, so he saw you as an ol

The very day after Jack died, you died as well. You had fallen asleep, and when you woke up and walked away from the tree, you noticed that your body was left behind you. Your eyes widened in shock; how were you moving around without your body?! It was then that a voice spoke to you. You glanced all around, before your eyes landed on the moon. It twinkled brightly in response, and the voice continued talking. It didn’t tell you much, just that your name was __y/n__. You couldn’t remember anything about yourself, and the moon didn’t tell you. The moon did however give you a staff, embellished with leaves of red and orange, t

“Jack, be careful okay?” You mumbled to your brown haired, brown eyed best friend. Jack flashed you his signature cocky smile. “Aw come on __y/n__! You worry too much! I’ll be fine!” Jack said cheerfully. You smiled weakly; Jack and his little sister were going ice skating. This wouldn’t have worried you, they did it whenever the pond was frozen over, but the weather was slightly warmer than usual. You had visited the pond earlier with Jack, and while he had deemed the ice thick enough, you didn’t trust it. Jack however, wouldn’t listen to you and insisted that you worried too much. You stare

Jack’s jaw literally dropped when he peered inside your window, seeing you decked out in fancy clothes for your prom. You wore a light blue, strapless dress, with a tulle skirt that rested just above your knees, and a very sparkly bodice with a sweetheart neckline. You wore white Converse with white sparkly tights; your __h/c__ hair hung down in loose waves. It was at that moment that Jack decided you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Jack’s heart sunk though, when, with one final glance in the mirror, you exited the room, going downstairs and greeting your parents and your…date. Of course you had a date. You

    "You're a bloody basket case! How many times have I told ya ta stay outta the Warren?"    "Relax, Bunny. It's not like I was doing any harm."    "Ya froze all my blooming flowers, ya drongo!"    You sigh, placing your pencil on your desk. There is no way you're going to get anything done, not with those two constantly arguing. Taking a deep breath, you stand up from your seat at your desk and irritably make your way to the Globe Room.    You first met Jack a few years ago. It was wintertime, late at night some time in January. You were having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning, young mind haunted by endless nightmares. You need