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Writer's pictureKlaudia Grady

Short Story 02.19.19


Admit One Ticket Story Quote

The gold ghost drifted through the forest. The sun danced in her ectoplasm and cast rainbows on the trees around her. Always moving. Always wailing.


The forest life fled the sounds of her screams. The birds stopped singing and the foxes fled. It was the sound of a sociopath. The gold ghost smiled as the animals fled. No matter how far she roamed she couldn’t get away from the stench of life.


She wandered the western plains and was disappointed to find life everywhere. The far reaches of the north were almost quiet but flightless birds and other creatures disturbed her rest.


She had no desire to haunt dance halls or old theaters. She was a modern ghost and baby, she just wanted to be alone. Night fell and she glanced at the stars. Her weak thought patterns remembered a science lesson about the vacuum above her. Maybe this was her last hope. She let go of gravity and drifted into the void above.



Notebook Pen Crystal Story Prompt Word Tickets

The prompts for this short story:

  1. gold

  2. sociopath

  3. ghost

  4. modern baby

  5. western

Copyright 2019 Klaudia Grady

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