As tears fall_"Love Your Costume"_Janet's First Halloween_Halloween from the outside
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As tears fall
As she stood in the dark corridor of the school, she looked at her best friend's bright blond hair in the sunlight. 'She looks heavenly' she thought, too beautiful to be human, a piece of art that shouldn't be touched. She felt the pang of envy coursing through her veins and pain pierced through her heart as she saw from the corner of her eye her long-term crush smiling at her best friend. The envy soon turned into burning hatred, why can't she be the one that has good looks, why can't she be the one that everyone envied? Instead, she had to play second fiddle to her best friend. Friend? Can s...
"Love Your Costume"
“Love Your Costume” Nancy BrighamThere’s a lot I didn’t know about the afterlife. I mean it’s not like there’s a manual or a video on YouTube to prepare you. Some of it’s pretty strange. For example, we each have to keep a journal. You’re supposed to tell the journal how you feel and if you’re homesick or anything. If you put in your journal anything about being unhappy, you get a visit from a psych angel. I didn’t know exactly what a psych angel did to make things better, because, until today, I have never been really homesick for life on earth. Did you know that everybody here has their own ...
Janet's First Halloween
Janet sobs over the gaping hole in her hand-me-down vampire costume. “Halloween is ruined,” she sighs with her head braced against my leg. Loretta can stitch the roughest patch in a marriage together with her thread and needle. OK, that’s a stretch but the massive hole in this vampire cape would be effortless for her. Not to mention, she scoured the entire houwww.onedoor.ccse and dug up my old vampire costume; of all the nights to cover someone’s shift, why did it have to be this one?“I’ll do my best with it,” I wipe Janet’s tears back in anticipation of fresh ones that surface as soon as I think about them...
Halloween from the outside
He looked down. Through his feet at the old, creaking wood floor. Yes, through his feet. A fact he still tried to grow accustomed to. The being a ghost felt strange to him, like it wasn’t quite real. And maybe it wasn’t, for he wasn’t very real either. He was just a fragment of his former self. Just a piece of his soul. It was a terribly lonely existence, all on his own, with no one to confide in, no one who would look at him. Well, at least this was true for every other day of the year but this one. For it was Halloween. The only day the living were able to see him and not only that, but the...