Writing Prompt

#3764

I’m Clarke. I’m a ghost. I have been for the past 12 years, after my untimely death from a car accident.

At first, it was terrifying. I couldn’t interact with anything, nor could anything interact with me. I scream and no one hears. I cry and no one notices. I’m nothing. Nothing.

After the initial shock, I didn’t know what to do. No ghost has ever communicated with the living, thus, I don...

The world hasn’t changed too much. Everything from the plane of existence is here in the realm of ghosts. Almost everything.

Buildings and landmarks are pretty much it. Nothing worldly. Nothing to possess.

It isn’t like we are human either. We have the shape of our human bodies, but it is like a cloud or air. Not really there. I can walk right through walls. I can’t feel anything, not even the g...

I stood there leaning in the mantelpiece my feet on the ceiling my eyes a dark grey staring at the sofa that held the current owner mistork mansion. A small gentleman by the name of Jacob. He was asleep his cross word draped over his lap. I quickly flew to the study and picked up a fountain pen a flew back to the living room and took the crossword from his hands. He was always hopeless at those I ...

Zzzz

Ghost

Ghastly!

Ooo

Water splashing

As the ghastly wind

Tip toe through my

Window

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