Prompt: She was pulled by invisible strings and pushed by unseen hands.
WARNING: this one is super small, it's more of a flash fiction than a short story.
Now that Bryn thought about it, she had always been like that. Pushed this way, pulled another. Take a left. Now make a right. The same thing her whole life.
She never realized that it was Ghosts trying to keep her safe.
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Ghostly Prompts
Short StoryThis is going to be a collection of things I've written from my Tumblr prompt account ghostlywriting!
