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Ghost Story?

Your character moves into a new apartment.  On the surface, the place seemed ideal, but his/her first night there, your character discovers a terrible problem with the place that he/she didn’t take into account

As Kelly and I up the stairs to my new apartment, I notice that the apartment next to mine has DO NOT ENTER tap all over the door. Why would they put that up on the door? I just keep walking into my apartment. She walks back toward my room “There’s three-room? Your job must be really good since you don’t need a roommate.” She says putting one of the last two boxes, in the living room. “What are you doing again?” she asks walking into the room I was in.

“I am a writer. You know this.” I say turning to face her. “And I hate how I had to move to be closer to work, but I got a really good price on this place.”

“How much of a good price?”

“$775 a month.” I turn back to my desk.

She gasps again. “I didn’t realize the time. Mom’s going to kill me if I don’t get home soon.” She hugs me from behind. “I will call you when I get home. I love you, sissy. Bye.” She runs out the door. Well, now it’s just me. I start unpacking my writing room.  There was a loud sound from the living room. I grab the scissors I had been using and walk out toward the living room and see no one is there. I notice one of the boxes on the floor. Wow, sometimes I could be pardoned sometimes. Turn and walk back to the room I was working in. It took a good three more hours to unpack the whole room. Wow, it really does get dark early, well at least my bed is already set up. I walk into my room and see it isn’t set up. “Fuck,” I say. Well, it looks like I am on the floor tonight. I get my pillow and blanket. I set up a makeshift bed on the floor. As I start to fall asleep something falls in the next room. I get up to check what it is and I see a little boy in the room. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” I ask.

“You can see me?” the little boy asks. The boy looks like he can be seven years old. With dark blue eyes and reddish hair.

“Yeah can’t everyone see you?” I ask. He shakes his head no. “Why not?”

“Because I am dead.” He says and he disappeared. “no one’s ever seen me before. Expertly not a pregnant one.” He says

“I’m not Pregnant. I can’t be.” This ghost is being really rude.

“Yes, you are. I can smell it on you. And I can hear its heartbeat.” He says reappearing “And telling by the look of you are more than three months. Well, I will see you later.” He says disappearing again.

“Why do you keep doing that?” I yell.

“Will you shut it down there. People are trying to sleep.” Someone yells from upstairs. Well, I am going to have to research this place and find out what happened to the little boy. I lay back down and close my eyes but I can’t sleep because someone’s staring at me. So I roll over and see the little boy really close to my face.

“What’s your name?” I ask trying to find out something about him.

“Mama always told me not to talk to strangers.” He says.

“Okay,” I say he looks about seven years old.

“Now go to sleep before I make you.” He says disappearing again. I do as he says for fear that he will hurt me if I don’t. When I wake up, I text Kelly, ‘Kelly, something is so wrong with this apartment. I think it is haunted.’

‘Your joking right it can’t be haunted. There’s no such thing as ghosts.’ She texts back.

‘I wish I was joking…but I am not joking.’ I text back.

‘come on Jessie. I know your joking.’ she texts back

‘NO… I am not’ I text back

‘what can I do?’ she texts back; the thing is I know she ain’t believing me but I will go with it just to get her to do what I need her to do.

‘it’s a little kid about the age of seven and I need you to look up a death.” I text her.

‘Alright.’

‘Call me when you get the info’

‘Okay.’ I start trying to figure out more about the little boy in my apartment. I first search the address. 224 Southwest St, Apt. B. Blanket high, Ocean. I put into googles search. A new paper article comes up from seven years ago about a reopening. Why would they need to be reopening? I click on the article, Jay’s Apartments reopening after a very triatic death. What the hell is going on around here? I skim through it and see nothing of a seven-year-old boy in. So I close the page and start looking at some other one. When I came to the fifth one it said Seven-year-old Samul Jackson was found dead, in the apartment building that has been empty since the owner passed away four years ago. It’s Samul, I can’t believe that I am seeing him. Is it really him? “Samul? Are you here?” I say I hear a faint gasp.

“yes. How do you know my name?” I can’t tell Kelly who this is she will definitely think I am crazy.

“My name is Jessie Jackson,” I say back.

“Like my little sister?” I nod my head. “You’re so old though. It’s still 2002.” He says

“No it’s 2017 and I am 21 and you would be 21 as well,” I say as the tear fell. Just like the first time I found out my brother was missing and when they told us they found him dead, in the big city, and from that day on I found writing as my best friend. “Do you remember Kelly?” I ask. She is only three years behind us.

“Yes, I do.” He says back a little louder than last time.

“She was here with me yesterday. Helping me move into this place.” Just then it hits me again he said I was pregnant. “Am I really pregnant?” I ask.

“Yes, you are. Who is the father?” the tears come even more. “Did I say something to upset you?” I shake my head.

“He Dead Last Month,” I say putting a head over my belly. “Now I have something his family is going to try and take away from me.” I start sobbing.

“NOOOOOOOO” he screams, “I don’t want to.” He says getting really mad. “She is my sister! That’s why she can see me.” He says again. “Fine.” There a gust of wind “I will see you tonight.” And then he was gone. I called my doctor and made an appointment to see her. The earliest they could get me in was at 10:30 am and I took it. It is now 7:30 am it takes about two hours to get there from here so I need to leave very soon. As I am in the car I start thinking about some of the past things he and I used to do. I think I am going to write about them and make it into a novel. I start thinking of how I was going to do that. Time went by a lot faster than I thought it would, so I stopped down the street from my doctor’s office and got me something to eat. As I am sitting in the doctor’s office I start writing in my little notebook of things I want to write about. Like the time he and I went fishing when we were five years old. Dad finally thought we were old enough to sit still for a long time. Well looking back, he was wrong, but it was still fun. We were getting ready and I thought it would be a good idea to bring my favorite book with us so I could read to the fish. Our dad didn’t know that I brought the book and so when we got there Samul took my bag away from me because I made him mad, and though it into the water. “Jessie” the nurse calls pulling me out of my thoughts. I get up and follow her doing as she asked me to. “room three is the room we have saved for you.” She tells me. I walk back to room three and sit on the table. “The doctor will be with you in a minute.”

Sorry, this isn’t on time. The person I had editing it took longer than he said he would. So, I am so sorry. Tell me if you would like more of this story. I went out of my safe zone to write this. 

 

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Writing Prompt #2

85120578fff63235016b7ddddf1d5542Sleeping has never been easy. When I hear my old pack howling every night makes sleeping even harder. I left my old pack because the Alpha was an ass and would always beat me. So, my pack mates were told they couldn’t talk to or see me because I left the pack. I am not in another pack yet. I will be heading off in a few weeks once I know that my sister won’t be hurt because of me leaving the pack.

“Jacob, I know you aren’t allowed to talk to me but please tell me you will take Sarah in as your own sister please,” I plead. Please say yes. I need to know that she will be taken care of.

“Look, Leo, please understand that she will be looked out for by the pack. With that in mind please don’t call here again,” he hangs up. Hearing him say that doesn’t help me. Something doesn’t feel right. So, I call Sarah. After three rings she picks up.

“Bubby,” she whispers.

“Is everything okay,”

“Sarah, who are you talking to,” a male asks.

“No one Xavier,” she says hanging the phone up. She’s with Xavier? Why would they be together? I call Xavier,

“Hello?” he says on the first ring.

“Xavier, please tell me you are taking care of my sister,” I demand. He laughs.

“So, you’re the one that she called,” I sigh.

“I called her. Tell me you are going to take care of her,” I’m trying to keep calm but I am starting to lose my cool.

“Why wouldn’t I take care of her, she is my mate after all,” Mate? Why didn’t he say anything before now?

“Why didn’t you say something before now,” I ask confused.

“Because she wasn’t old enough to have a mate and she had you to protect her. Now, that you are gone she needed her mate. So, here I am,” I guess I can respect that. “Now, I need to go. Alpha Rider, won’t be too happy if he finds out that I am talking to you. I just know how much you care about Sarah. That’s why I am telling you all this. Bye,” He hangs up. I set my phone on the bed and let the tears fall. I can’t believe I didn’t know my sister had a mate. I lay on the short side of the bed. Before I knew it I was sleep.

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Writing Prompt #1

Writing Prompt #1

“Jacob, Caroline and Lyle. I know what I did wasn’t something that I normally do. I just can’t sit by and watch her get abused. She needs someone to protect her.” I reason.

“I don’t care what you think she needed. If it she was meant to be protected she would be. You stepped in when you shouldn’t have.” Lyle snaps.

“Lyle, calm down. He did what he thought was right.” Caroline says putting her hand on her husband.

“Caroline, he is right, Xavier, shouldn’t have done it. It’s not in our nature to care about humans. We are supposed to make more demons, not save humans. Now we need to turn him in.”

“No. You can’t do that” Caroline says making the guys look at her. “I know what that girl is going throw. If she is like most of the girls in her situation she will become a demon to make the pain stop. So let’s see where this goes.” This can’t be good. Caroline is on my side? Lyle doesn’t seem to happy. As I was going to say something everything goes black. I’m being summoned. This can’t be good.

“How may I help you, Sarah?” I say as soon as appear.

“Can we talk?” She says softly. I smile.

“Sure. What do you want to talk about?” She looks at the window. “We can talk about anything.” I urge her on.

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” I must have looked confused when she finally looked at me. “I hate my life,” I sigh

“Look hold on till you are eighteen and you will be free of them. I promise.”

“Will you always be by my side?” Will I? Not if Lyle or Jacob turns me in. I have to gain her trust, so, I nod.

“I will always be by your side.”

I just wrote this one. I hope you guys like it. If you like it drop a like. If you want more Writing Prompts leave a comment. Have a goodnight everyone.

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Weekly Writing Prompts

I am planning on working on a writing prompt weekly. The reason why is because this is after all a blog for my writings. How else am I going to show you how I write if I don’t post about my writings, right? So, I am going to be working on writing a story from a writing prompt. I plan on having it up on Wednesday August 29th 2018.

They will be weekly. The reason for that is because I want to spend time writing, editing and rereading. I have a week off from school starting on the 27th. So I will be spending the weekend coming up with blog posts so that all I have to do is write them. Some of them might change depending on what is going on but I want to post something daily. I am not good at spelling so I need to edit my posts before I post them. That’s all I have to say. So I guess I will end the post here.

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