Homeless people all have their stories and there multitude of reasons for why they ended up on the street. Oftentimes these will sound like excuses, but in rare cases something unique will occur.
I'm not the leader... they are all just so good at being sheep... he thought.
It's the third part. You like it or you don't.
Still ghosts... still a short story. BUT PART 2.
... It's about a ghost again...
The fog in the morning may as well be there all day,
With or without it people can see just as little.
They know everything, they know they can't do it, they say.
They can't see past themselves, past the ego, which is brittle.
Part 2. This story is inspired by my experience going to concerts, specifically the crazier and more fun of the concerts.
This story is inspired by my experience going to concerts, specifically the crazier and more fun of the concerts.
I wrote this from the simple prompt of ghost and suspense. I tried to make something suspenseful. Hope you enjoy the story.
Red lights flashed on and off in their room. George and Brittany were away on a couples cruise through the Caribbean.
George rolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. From there he asked, "What the hell is going on!?"