The little ghost wasn't always a ghost. Once he was a boy. He was a nice boy with dark hair and red shoes. But he wasn't very loud or tenacious; he didn't have a defining quality like the other kids.
But he didn't care what people thought about him. As long as he was happy, he was okay. At least, thats how he saw it.
The little boy didn't have parents, but a nice family took him in. The family was big and very loud, and they loved him.
One day the boy started fading into the background. He was getting harder to see, or hear. One day he didn't want to be seen. So he wasn't. He was still there, just... Invisible.
A 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...
