Story Ideas For A Simple-Minded Procrastinator

The Ghost

This idea has been stuck with me for a good month now. It all sprung for a drawing/comic I did while in math class.

The idea is that there is this ghost girl, who has somehow, unknowingly to the reader, broken out of the fog of being dead. She wonders around in the super natural world with no imediate purpose. That is, untill she gets a 'message' for an unknown host. The message implies that her time as a spirit is limited, and it makes her do some drastic things.

Like all my other story attempts, here is a snipit I wrote for the begining.

=It's not as bad as they say it is. Wondering the earth aimlessly for centuries.

It's peaceful. And quiet.

Atleast, it normally was. There were times when the fog would clear, for a few brief seconds, and the feelings

of the living would just brush against the corners of your mind. Begging to be freed.

but then it was all back to normal. No feelings. No cares. No regrets.

Just the way I prefered.

-A lost soul, Harlem, 1892

***

I had never been fond of children. I couldn't be certain, but I was positive I didn't like them when I was

alive either. Twisting through the throngs of people, the only feelings I had were regret and annoyance.

Why the hell had I agreed to this? Crowded places where never a problem. Infact, I enjoyed them quite a

bit. Fairs though? No. There were clingly teens, hyper adults, and overbearing children running all about.

Of all the dreadful places to be, he just had to meet at the fair.

A small curly-blonde haired girl, loudly giggling and draggin a stuffed bear threough the dirt, pasted through me

without a second glance. I gritted my teeth at the strange feeling and trudged forward with more purpose.

Basted kids. Never watching where they were going. Blasted Elliot, for asking me to come here. For asking to

meet here period. I didn't hang out with them, the living, and I didn't plan on it now. Yet, here I was.

Grumbling and kicking the ground, I pasted through the stripped fabric doors of the Gypsy's tent. sitting behind

a black-satin covered table, sat a young male. To any normal human, you would hardly be able to see him through

the film of generated smoke and black-lights. He might even seem frightening, a mystery. To me, he looked like

a patheic specimen, dressed in fake beads and cheap clothes. His mop of drity blonde hair tossed around his head in

a messy-frantic fashion. He was idly rolling a marble between his finger and the table when I came to a hault before him.

"Lovely place you got here." Jerking up, he looked at me with shock. His attension keeper rolled off the table

and bounced to me feet. I gave it no second glace, not taking my eyes away from the kid. He stared at me for a few

minutes before he finally got some sense and looked down. I countinued to stare at him, waiting. "Erm, hi. Uh, I

didn't actually think you would come..." He trailed off as he spaired me a glace. Quickly looking down, he started

playing with his fingers. 

I tried, I really did, but my eyes rolled on their own accord. "Listen, I don't have all day. And neither do you. so

do us both a favor and cut to the chase. What the hell do you want from me?" Being straightforward was something I

could not help but do. Especially when I had no patience. Like at this very moment.

To my surprise, the kid actually took a deep breathe and finally looked up at me. Granted, I could see how his jaw

locked up and how his eyes darted around my figure, but it was a start. "Ok, ok...I..w-was given a message a few

weeks ago. About, you." He scratched his face, his eyes darting from my face to his lap in two seconds flat. "You are

the ghost of-" I waved my hand and tried not to make a face when he flinched.

"I'm Nightshade. Yes. Get on with it."

"Right, right, a pleasure, Miss Nigh- sorry sorry. It was a brief exchange. I'm not entierly sure what happened actually."

He had the grace to blush. "I uh, passed out. But when I woke up, I was in a high-traffic energy area. My arm hair was even

sticking up! People passed by me and didn't even notice I was on the ground, in the middle of the sidewalk. I thought I'd-

a-anyway, there was one thought that kept repeating itself through my mind no matter how hard I tried to think of something else."

He looked me straight in the eye, and for a moment, he looked like a real seer. His pupils got larger and he

was perfectly still. "'Your fate is sealed. The blood moon dawns. Josephine Katelyn Winnifred, lady of the hills." And as

quick as it happened, the effect was gone, and the scraggly scared boy was in attendence again. I, however, could not

have given less of a damn at the time if I had tried. Instead, for the first time in my undead life, I felt cold and clamy. I felt truly dead.

Without a second thought, I walked through the table seperating us, and before he could even begin to comprehend what was happening, my fingers

were sinking into his skull. They stayed there for a moment as I glided into his life essence, easing myself through his soul. I pulled my

hands back to my sides and swept out of the tent and into the autumn breeze. The seer would remember nothing of our encounter and nothing

about the message again.=

That's all I've got, with some addition possible story plots. Perhaps see some more of this to come in the future. (Don't hold your breath)

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This is Horribly unedited.