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Through The Ghost

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Reads 127
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Parts 7
Time 48m

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Ghost Jameson. That’s my name. That’s who I am. I hide, I lurk, I silently fight. No one knows me for anything but the hiding one. No, I’m not a real ghost. But I guess in a way I am. I wish I was dead most of the time. My only friend is my pen and paper.All Rights Reserved

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When reality splits [completed] by KatMoon11

All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

Silent Scream by katroxy76

He has a few close friends, I am a loner. He's a "bad boy" and I'm "mute" We both have secrets we don't share with anyone. I don't talk so he chooses to do all the talking for me. Like they say, silence is the most powerful scream. This story might be a bit darker than my other ones. I've wanted to write a story like this for a while. Please enjoy Silent Scream.

Y me, Y now by klcj123

My life was a hellhole my parents were divorced and I hated life. Until my world flipped upside when I was taken, turned into a vampires and met jo

Why did it have to be him? by demonslayer29

I had an older brother who was like a best friend to me but he died. Why you ask he was murdered but doesn't remember who. We get bullied at school and also at home where we get abuse our parents. But it isn't all that bad because I can see ghost. I always help ghost in need and my brother duh. The bullies are a group called SEVENTEEN and Joshua is a friend of mine and my brothers. But one day me and my brother started living with SEVENTEEN. How am I going to keep our secret and our past from the others?

His Weirdo by Potterhead456

Do you think there are other things that exist around us in this world? Do you believe in karma, heaven, and hell? Do you think ghosts are real? There are things that ordinary people cannot see but few special humans were gifted with the ability to see beyond the ordinary. They were called helpers they were supposed to keep the barrier intact between the human and the supernatural world. These powers are passed down to the next generation. Not being able to tell the world their true identity because of the fear of being considered crazy or delusional their lives are often filled with loneliness.

Free Spirit by EscapeInFiction

My life has never been my own, I've been living on borrowed time and I know one day it will be taken back. I've been running, hiding and fighting for as long as I can remember, but if they want me they'll have to work for it. Phantoms, spirits, ghosts, whatever you like to call them, they're angry and vengeful, and some have a mean left hook. They'll stop at nothing to claim what they believe is rightfully theirs- me. ** short story chapters for @action write to rank competition **

Wretched & Divine by Asparagus070

Within this life you meet many people, see many faces, hear many names. Not many mean much in the end. I'm the one you always see last. The one who hides in plain sight I'm the one who creates your future but lives trapped by the past. The one who sees no light I am Death. Although this is my story it's focused on my heritage and those that I meet along my way. This is my journey to the next stage of my immortal plain because your destiny doesn't stop when you die, sometimes that's when it begins.

my first | mileven by rndlie

i never thought of telling people my secret, but somehow i did and it wasn't the end of the world because he told me it was okay. he was my first.

Sealed and Silenced (Watty Awards 2012) by Crazzypurplegirl

My name has been forgotten, tossed away like a piece of trash. I do not talk. I do not look anyone in the eyes. My hands shake from my past and I barley sleep at night. I always hear the grunts and the groans of the men that abuse me. I see the insanity in their eyes. They see the fear in mine. I had a chance to escape. I took it but it landed me back in the same position. It seems like I will never escape.

I'm in Love With a Ghost by shelby3599

I'm Miranda, Mandy for short. My best friend is Claire, I have a little brother who is 8 his name is Tristan. I'm a normal teenager, a senior in high-school to be exact. Wait did I just say normal? Hell I'm about 2,000 miles away from normal. I can see ghost, not only can I see them. I think I'm in love with one. Don't judge me, I'm sure if you were in my situation, you would have fallen for him too.

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When reality splits [completed]

All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)