To Seattle on a Greyhound_To Haunt or Not to Haunt_Dreaming in Blueberries_Both Ways
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To Seattle on a Greyhound
Maggie’s heart was pounding as she walked quickly down the street, keeping her head down and her hood up. The backpack that held all she now had in the world felt like a bag of rocks. It was drizzling, and the sky was grey. Appropriate. That was what Maggie’s life looked like, here. This was what she was leaving.Her beloved, scuffed black Converse beat a rhythmic pattern against the concrete. Her choppy blond hair brushed her shoulders, a gentle October breeze stirring up the limp locks. Impulsive, her stepmother had said, after spending a week with Maggie. She won’t get far.Well, Maggie was ...
To Haunt or Not to Haunt
Learning not to breathe is a hard thing, especially since breathing was never learned to begin with. I cannot actually breathe since I am air. The best explanation I ever got is I am a gaseous form of my human memories. It’s been two months since my death, I still cannot stop trying to breathe. My ghost friends say I can dissipate if I breathe too much. I’ll start expanding, then poof. It could be hazing, though. Ghosts are known for being pranksters. Tonight should be good. Once a year, people all over interact with us. Halloween. In preparation for it, I’d spent the last hour practicing not...
Dreaming in Blueberries
Dreaming in BlueberriesWhat is a dream? Maybe it is something wrapped up and tied around something you can recite like a piece of poetry or a song. Maybe it is writing a book that changes the world. Or maybe it is becoming a famous movie star and seeing your name at the top of the opening credits. Maybe it is having your pretty face shining with a smile and gazing down on everyone from a billboard. Maybe it is finally holding a soft baby in your arms. Maybe it walking across the stage to claim a degree. Maybe it doesn’t sound all that important to some people, but maybe to you it means everyth...
Both Ways
There was a screech echoing through the air with a ferocity that surely no mortal had heard, much more like the sound of a thousand demons crying out in pain all at once than anything else it might otherwise have been. Andrew stood still, frightened. He had never experienced such an ear-splitting sound in his short nine years of life and he almost certain never would again. His older brother, Braydon, had assured himwww.onedoor.cc for repeated years that this night was the one night humans could count on demons and vampires and werewolves and everything evil to roam the world after dark. Perhaps he had fina...