"The river had been dry that year, no rain in months, the rocks, those pointy rocks...they were all pointy, they hurt, they hurt more then it would have been to hit water instead. They penatrated nearly every portion of my body. I can't trust anyone, nor anything, anything can happen. I don't want it to happen again, it made me restart my life, everything i built up was lost, i was 27, people kept saying i died 'young' it felt as if i had an old soul, i wasnt young, i was leaving my 'golden years'. I had good friends and an amazing wife, i've lost that all, im sorry my friend, i've left you, i hope you live your dream, as a famous singer, i hope you find someone to cover as me for your duets, i love you my good friend, i'll miss you. And my wife, i hope you..."
(The drifloon woke up beside the river laying on the rocky dirt, it looked over at the body impaled in the empty river it then looked at its hands and began to shake in fear.)
|Drifloon|: Wh-why do i look like this! (other drifloons, drifblims, gengars, ghastlys, haunters, and alot of other ghost types appeared.) |A drifblim|: Another one like us!
(Many years later)
YOU ARE READING
A ghosts tale.
Random"Wasn't that death long forgotten by others?." A story about a drifblim, after many years from his death. [this is crap to me so it's fine if you don't like it. I also dunno if I should set it as mature.]
