Once there was a little ghost. He was very sad and lonely. No one could see him or how he felt.
So he walked around a world full of people and monsters, but to them, he was invisible.
If only the ghost had someone to understand him. It wouldn't matter if no one could see him, as long as someone else, just one soul, could understand how he felt.
If you see a swing moving on its own, without so much as a breeze to push it, that is the little ghost.
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The Adventures of the Little Ghost
AdventureA boy-turned-ghost wanders around a new strange world, hoping to achieve a nigh impossible goal. *This story was originally written in a high school English class in a 'journal' we could free write in. Everyone had their own. Mine was a 70 page, spi...
