The Spirit Catches You Novels & Stories

I revved the engine loudly as they were shouting at me, then sped off into the night. I wasn’t thinking much of where I was going, but found myself at the bar. Sal was working the bartender shift as he normally did. Once he spotted me, he handed me a glass and one of the full bottles of whiskey. I poured the amber liquid into the clear glass and began to drink. When the circle of idiots had shown up, I was almost finished with the second bottle. “Eira?” Ethan questioned nervously. I turned to glare at him, then finished off the bottle. “Let’s go home.”

He was going to find her and if he had, he was going to kidnap her from heavens. He walked and walked passing through valleys and climbing through mountains. He saw many spirits on his way that were busy doing what what loved to do. Some were playing, some were meditating, some were building. Suddenly, they heard a sharp sound. The guards were coming and they needed to hide somewhere. But it seemed like they felt the energy of living and were in search of them. "Y u s a n g." "Y e s... m a s t e r." The little kid replied.

The evil spirits filled up every space, but none of them were able to deflect the power from Chase's mere finger. Zachariah was shocked. He knew that he had offended someone scary. The consequences would be dire if Chase escaped from this. A dark flash began expanding. It was a black flag. "Spirit-Suppressing Flag!" The flag billowed along with the wind and glowed with a phantom light. A massive surge of power descended, and all evil spirits were trapped. They trembled and began howling pitifully.

Her voice, deep and rich with authority and confidence, continued to hold my hand still and fester in my head. Leave it 'lone. Take 'em wit you. I couldn't move. All of my limbs succumbed to this spirit's power. If I would have known who this spirit was, speaking to me, it would have explained so much to me. But I was ignorant and naive. Afraid. I fought against this spirits hold on me. It was strong and relentless.

​We stood up, walking toward the water. We had no money, no identity in the eyes of the global systems, and no history to hold onto. We were ghosts in the real world, invisible to the governments and organizations that had once hunted us. ​"What do we do tomorrow?" I asked. ​He turned to me, a small, genuine smile touching his lips. "We build a house. We find work. We live. We do all the things that people who don't have a destiny do." ​I looked at his hand in mine. It was real. It was human. The struggle, the pain, the betrayals—it had all been distilled into this one moment, this one choice.

Ensuring that no rescue arrived, that no debt was paid, that the balance remained tipped in the dark country's favor. "You wear the Chain," the thing said, and its voice was the sound of every monitor that had ever flatlined, every phone that had ever rang unanswered in an empty house, every door that had ever closed on a final goodbye. "But you do not understand it." "Then teach me." Eliana did not stop walking. The bridge was narrowing now, the stone crumbling at the edges, the abyss yawning wider with every step. "Or get out of my way." The Spirit moved. It did not cross the distance between them. It erased the distance, appearing in front of her with a suddenness that violated every law

Five more minutes pass, then Dean, the volcano erupts out of nowhere. "SHUT UP WILL YOU" He screeched, making me jump slightly. "Dean," Ivan said, moving Dean's attention towards him. "No, Ivan... This girl is getting into my nerves" Before Ivan could say anything, Dean returned his attention to me with an outraged expression, making me gulp. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was possessed by an evil spirit. But then how can one evil possess another evil? "If you make any noise further then I will shoot you right at your vocal cord," he threatened. His voice was laid with annoyance and anger.

I am in church: body, soul and if possible spirit. And somehow, in that moment, i know that when ever i hear the word "beautiful", i will remember that day, and i will remember the girl with skin that trapped the light. She is staring back now, as if she can hear my thoughts, as if her spirit can feel mine across the distance. Pastor Gabriel's voice booms over the speakers in symphony with my infatuation and for once i want to believe him. Badly. "When the spirit leads you, you can do no wrong!" He said

I diverted my attention, elsewhere, afraid to vomit because of the guy who is bluntly flirting with a spirit. I saw a Spirit wearing a brown armor-looking suit with black highlights. He is probably the spirit of earth. The spirit is floating in front of a girl, a shy looking girl. She has eyeglasses and a few bruises on her arms. The girl is looking up to the spirit with an awkward smile, more awkward than the smile I was flashing a while back. The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking.