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From Us To You …


So, here we are … again.
Very soon my online hiatus of five or so days begins and as things are taking shape, so is a lot of panic and terror on my part because, hey, it’s what I do!
Do not worry. It is nothing medical, although tomorrow is another check up day to see if the nameless condition of my mother has been brought down somewhat.
Needless to say, I am chewing on every nail I have and trying not to think of it.
It’s not really working …
But the time has come for some things to end and some to begin.
Over the last few weeks, life has become a routine of fear, panic, sleepless nights, perpetual emotional and physical exhaustion.
Life online has suffered, the system we have for #FridayPhrases and #200WT … and it takes a lot for someone like me to forgive themselves for the error of their ways. I admit, I have not yet forgiven myself, but we’re getting there, one nap at a time, I think.
In any case, the end of February’s line has come and we still stand.
And we think that we have tried. We have each had a war to wage with circumstances being what they are and we are … okay.
A lot poorer than we were the beginning of the year, with no way of ending that. A lot more tired, appreciative of the little opportunities we’ve been given to keep our family together.
A lot more aware of life and how easy it is to see that one, inescapable end staring you in the face. We were given a chance to turn our back, but one day we’ll get there again, and these hours, these mere hours of a lifetime that we get to spend with people who make our lives worthwhile … there is no sum on earth great enough to buy that.
With proper medical care, and this is without the self-righteous ass we had as a “family doctor,” you helped me buy my family a chance. I mean, we thought we were going to lose our mother. That fear does not leave you and it never will, and I know that.
But this chance, it will not be wasted. So much of our lives have been wasted on struggle, on the long battle for plain survival in a world where it seems we have never been wanted. One day, you’ll know all our stories and you’ll see why this is.
And you will know that it ends here.
Your help, in what you have given us in the fundraiser, with your #ForTheLoveofLove submissions, it’s given us a lot more than you know. A lot more hope than you can imagine. And we don’t know what we have that is worth the gifts you have given us, all of you.
And so, this is goodbye to the fundraiser, which I am going to close tomorrow.
To all who contributed, you have … lifted us out of hell. Through useless cortisone treatments, to nights in the hospital, what you have given us may literally have been the difference between life and death, because in my country, if you do not have money, you do not have a life worth saving.
And you saved my mother.
I know I have asked much. I know that the fundraiser has overstayed its welcome. I’ve been trying to find a way to pay for our lives here at home and it has been somewhat impossible, because I am unemployable and I will not find paid work anywhere I look, but I will keep trying.
I’m good at this game, Survival Mode.
So don’t you worry.
We will be rich in so many more ways than just the cold hard cash.
Soon, we will be living the life that we’ve been dreaming of for so long.
And now, as the horror of the last few weeks begin to fade, the beginning steps of that begin to appear!
Now, for the ways that is going to happen, I won’t give too much away now, just that change can be good and this is. I will explain after this hiatus is over, because now, I’m beginning to run out of time and the panic returns!
Things may be wonky for the next few days for both #FP and #200WT. and for that I am so, so sorry, but you’ll see why the wonkiness was necessary soon.
Regarding #ForTheLoveofLove, yes, it is happening and no, I am not giving up on any of the other anthologies we have planned. We were in the brink of finishing things for Framing Fridays, and then my mom fell ill.
Things went insane.
It happens.
But we’re done with languishing and lamenting, so we’ll get it done, and we’ll do that before the apocalypse descends.
The #ForTheLoveofLove deadline has been extended to the 7th of March, when I come back from this hiatus thingy, and please, please, this anthology still can’t happen without you guys! Please! Tell your friends and invite them to share a word or two!
This anthology needs submissions. My family still needs a little bit of help. I swear to all I hold dear, I have a lifetime and I will use it to repay the favors I have been given by all of you, I don’t care what it takes …
Just keep sharing. Keep writing.
Keep believing that all I have, I owe to my family and to you. And it is a debt that deserves the service of a lifetime, therefore I will not ever stop.
Thank you to everyone who has helped us find this little bit of inner peace.
We will do good things with it.
Now from Lara, Adele, Vic and Perri, we love you all and thank you for everything. Thank you for giving us a chance no one else in this world would have.
Thank you.
Lots of love,
The GRAY Girls

The Very Best of WHAT DO YOU HEAR?


Another week where I go what a week!
I don’t even know what’s happening. Behind the scenes, us GRAY’s are kinda living in a lovely swirl of utter chaos, racing to digest what need be digested (mentally of course) and … it feels like we’re getting there but my mind is exhausted, so it may also just be a dream.
I shall nothing now except that life is weird.
Ridiculously, freakishly weird and my mere mortal state of being, I am just no match to keep up with it anymore.
I realize that in the recent weeks life with our online world has somewhat failed to run as it used to do, and that has, in turn, inspired quite a few changes with the coming weeks.
All good, all good, but just … fast, you know, as if the weightiest decisions to be made in life were now made in a matter of days and I don’t know what to think. Perhaps this is what personal evolution feels like.
Freakin’ weird.
Anyway, with the amount of things about to change in the way we run 200 Word Tuesdays and #FP on the blogs, it is leaving very little time to get things up and running and still keep our family going, emotionally, financially, and all that.
So while you should expect more details on these changes in the very near future, be at ease.
It feels good, this kind of change. And it happens in many ways, not just online.
That said, with all that is ahead, we are still pretty damn penniless and after several lost opportunities and mishaps, I have stepped back from the job I did for my mom while she cannot, and so … our financial life grinds to a complete, staggering halt and it’s not hard to see what effect this is having on my family …
I know I have asked this so many times.
I know that I have no right to ask this again. I put it off for days and days, because of that sweet, burning guilt that invades my mind after I have, and I shouldn’t have … but here are the last days of the month.
And the last days that I will have to ask for your help with the fundraiser.
The last days that I will have to make calls for your #ForTheLoveofLove submissions.
I will be virtually out of range for five days, from the 2nd to the 7th, and in that time, I will only have enough mobile data to do #FP on the day of the 3rd. Now don’t worry, my distance is bringing a good change in our lives and hopefully the lives of many others in future days, but the torch will fade for only a while, and I need to make up for lost time.
So on my very last appeal, and I swear this is it, on the 28th, it’s all over …
Please spread this message, please tell people you know who have a story like this to tell … please tell them about #ForTheLoveofLove. Please invite them to write, because every word that we get saves my family’s future together.
Two weeks ago, I was afraid to fall asleep because I thought we’d lose my mom in the night, and I would not know.
Two weeks later, a fragile hope has replaced some of the despair, but dispelled none of the worry, the need to find a way out of this for us all. For my mother in particular …
So, wherever you can help us, with whatever you can share, words, pennies, kitten pics, it is deeply appreciated. It fills our little world with enough hope that we just may walk out of this in one piece. All of us together.
And we need that more than I could ever tell you.
So in the next few days, don’t forget about us. Don’t forget about #ForTheLoveofLove.
Don’t forget that no matter what, every hour that we sit here, we are working on ways that we can spend a lifetime doing what we love, and that is all that we have here with you guys, and so much more.
So now that I have rambled enough, and I’m looking at all the #kittenheist pics and gifs I’ve been sent to calm me down, onto the #FP’s!
Last week was a special week for #FP. Last week we all came together and sent a very great many of the most beautiful and amazing #FP’s read aloud to @AdeleSGray, who missed Friday Phrases more than anything and could not read them.
So came the #FPAudioChallenge, with the theme What Do You Hear, inspired by the amazing @ReeDwithaBee.
I have, time and again, amazed by the outpouring of love and support from our community, but not even I am sure who sobbed the most that day, me or my mom.
I want to thank everyone who sent their words and voices our way. You guys are the reason we’re still going strong, and I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for that …
And so, while the audio #FP’s could not be embedded cos I don’t know how, here for you is the Very Best Of What Do You Hear!


Lettuce is Tricksy ‏@AdrianYoung10
Love is the loudest emotion.






Carol ‏@CarolDrummond4
In silent night
She whispers
Words of love
Of longing
Of missing
She knows he cannot hear
But no other words
Have meaning

Dante & The Lobster ‏@Marcgalez
A benign flutter crystallized majestic. “Calm the heart, in spite of it’s purpose.” Syllables of yesterday; lamentations of our songs. #FP

Djinn and Tonic ‏@walesboy1972
When you weep, I am next to you with kind words. When you laugh, I cannot but help laugh too. Yet I died so long ago, what do you hear? #fp
SarahJane ‏@SarahJelCook
The raindrops spoke to him as he walked. Voices of the world fading and un needed. Lost within himself he only heard what he wanted now #fp

Emma Cox ‏@scyian
Ahead he could hear the rhythmic beat of the enemies blades upon their shields. Men’s raised voices accompanied the quickening tempo. #FP

Al Nobody ‏@Nobodyetall
Waves crash,
buildings fall,
tremors of a quake,
last beat of a man.
I hear everything,
curse of a saviour,
with very little to save.

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
I am soothing my fears
With the warmth of tears
My vulnerability frightens me
I can hear my caged soul
Clamoring to break free

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
This place is a prison
Of my captured soul
I am stranded behind bars
Waiting to hear the click
Of Death’s key
In the lock
To set me free
chris papps ‏@chrispapps2
The cicadas and the trees rustling , she heard the slow strumming of a blues guitar and a heartfelt blues lament over the dusty road.

Fitness B ‏@Beatonm5
“what do you hear?”
“I hear nothing, no footsteps, no squealing, nothing.. but I smell something, dead rodents”

Anna Secret Poet ‏@AnnaSecretPoet
I overheard a man say
that fried eggs are dead
no stranger pronouncement
in a pub was said
#FP #truestory

chris papps ‏@chrispapps2
A horses harness shakes,
And the skids cut through,
The massive cold sky.
He heard the old man humming a familiar folk tune.

Fitness B ‏@Beatonm5
listen, do you hear that,
the sound of time passing by,
tick tock tick tock tick tock
that’s the watch counting down

Sophie Alice Acton ‏@prosateuse
What do you hear?
When you stand alone on the endless ice, is it the stars that whisper, or those who fell behind?
What do you fear?
Sophie Alice Acton ‏@prosateuse
Wind chimes sing in the summer breeze
There are too few days like these
Flowers, books, and a soul at ease.

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
I pay my respects to the
Last of my dying thoughts
Today I decide not to
Listen to my mind
But live in tune with
My illogical heart

Maryann Holloway ‏@Ma_Holloway
When the orchestra began to play, her fears were confirmed. Her son showed no reaction to the music. She cried, “Billy what do you hear?”#FP

AC Smith ‏@author_ASmith
She twirled the charred end of a stick on a rock, lost in thought, when she heard the snort of a horse. It didn’t come from the mules. #fp

Stephen Clarkson ‏@Ste_Clarkson90
The fabric on my shoulder rustles, withers and crumbles away. A dry, raspy, terrifying whisper washes over me. Envelops me. “It’s time.”

Mark Farley ‏@mumbletoes
The roses were red
Now they are black
They fell under a train
and are squashed on the track
#FriDare #fp #FictFri #valentinesday2017

Mark Farley ‏@mumbletoes
Roses are tasty
Violets are too
Come find the nectar
I’ll do you a weird dance
– bees, probably
#FriDare #fp #FictFri

Sea Words ‏@A_Sea_of_Words
What do you hear
When the night is
Fell silent
Does your dark
Scream it’s fear
Or is your soul
Peace & quiet?

Bret M.W ‏@Bretmw_Author
It was around my corner, a baby rattle compared to others, and only the sensitive ears of Richter heard the cry in the night.
#FP #earthquake

Nadja Van der Stroom ‏@NadjaMagdalena
The door opened with a bit of wrenching, and he stepped into the deafening space between the cars. #fp #WIP

Bret M.W ‏@Bretmw_Author
Hours of scratching, and skrtch, schw-schw, whff, swwff again and again. Colors from head to chest. My pencil tips reveal your beauty.

Mark Farley ‏@mumbletoes
I’m sorry I thought a dildo bouquet was an appropriate #ValentinesDay gift.

And I’m sorry I sent it to your office.
#FriDare #fp #Fictfri

Nerd Cactus ‏@NerdCactus
There’s so much music. There’s so much noise & beauty & ugliness & chaos.

I am terrified to lose it. I am terrified of silence. #FP
Nerd Cactus ‏@NerdCactus
“Samhain?” The word felt strange on Philo’s tongue, but he said it reverentially, tasting the sound. “I have never heard of it.” #FP

Elle Karma ‏@ellekarmawrites
I drew in a breath and held it as his fingers brushed across my arm. The only audible sound the thrushing of blood in my veins.#FP

Alanna Rusnak ‏@alannarusnak
The strange silence she’d woken to had been replaced by the sounds of a world coming back to life. #FP #tpttuh

Luccia Gray ‏@LucciaGray
#FP I listen to your heart and hear your feelings, flowing like a spring stream, uplifting my sleepy soul.

Luccia Gray ‏@LucciaGray
#FP I hear my mother cry, while my sister weeps in silence by my grave, bur why can’t they hear me blowing kisses?

Bonnie Swanson ‏@BB_Swann
When a hot chick renders you immobile by freezing you with her laughter and tells you to listen, I knew the drill. I listened. Intently. #FP

E.C. Farrell ‏@celiselott
“But some of us who’d been forcibly turned, well, they disappeared. We used to hear screaming…” #FP

Rosella Altman ‏@zelliej1
I certainly made people curious. Anyone who ever heard me speak was full of questions. #FP
Jason VanHorn ‏@Dr_VanHorn
He felt sick again and heard water slosh around in his stomach as he moved uncomfortably in his chair. #fp #amwriting
J.L. Brown ‏@AuthorJLBrown
“So you were the elephant I heard, traipsing through the house,” she reprimanded me, cloaked in her deceptively wholesome facade. #FP
Joshua Haveman ‏@JDHaveman
The breeze brushed through the pine, whispering “hush” to her and I – caring not where we entwined, underneath the stars. #FP #FictFri

Joshua Haveman ‏@JDHaveman
Behind her she heard a quick “weet weet weet,” and could only assume someone was squeezing a guinea pig – or wearing corduroys. #FP
Tinfoil Fedora ‏@crowguye
“Dude, you’re not Coyote. You’re a lonely, skirt chasing, selfish middle-aged prick named Larry.”
“Hey,” He said. “I’m not middle-aged!”

Kevin Hyena ‏@JSHyena
From that decrepit house, I heard it playing. The song that my sister had wrote. It was comforting, yet tormenting all the same. #FP

Rêve-Ree ‏@ReeDwithaBee
Under trees green as traffic lights, the crowd chanted slogans in red words. Above, cockatoos cut thru the world, screeching in fury. #FP
Mark Farley ‏@mumbletoes
Tom believed Ava when she said she didn’t want anything for #ValentinesDay. Luckily, Tom doesn’t really mind the couch
#FriDare #fp #FictFri
The Minivan & I ‏@stone4031
Instead I hear you with my eyes, guessing.
You speak without words. A look, a touch,
your movements, your stillness tell a story.
Tinfoil Fedora ‏@crowguye
You’re ordained??
Yeah, I was drunk one night and thought it would be fun
Is it?
No, mostly it sucks, but the exorcisms are interesting.
Simon ‏@SimonSalento
I hear your heartbeat
echoing echoing
overlapping mine.
I hear your heartbeat.
Stephen 🐺 ‏@GallifreyGamgee
The winter winds howled through the trees, and a sinister sound was heard by my huskies and myself. Being part-wolf has its advantages. #FP
Casey Donart ‏@casey_donart
“You didn’t hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“The voices. They were so loud”
“Izzy, there weren’t any voices” #FP

EJ Fisch ‏@EJFisch
She was yelling something, screaming even, but he found he couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears. #FP

T. A. Hernandez ‏@ta_hernandez5
Jared glanced around for eavesdroppers. There was no one close enough to hear them, but he lowered his voice anyway. #FP

T. A. Hernandez ‏@ta_hernandez5
“I just ran. I’m not proud of it.”
There was more to it than he was saying; she could hear the weight of it in his voice. #FP

Casey Donart ‏@casey_
All that’s left
are the words
I didn’t
#FP #poetry #poem
Allie Potts ‏@alliepottswrite
Tap. I stare at the screen. Tap. The letter ceases to be. Tap. Pause. Tap. Nah, that’s not it either. Tap – the pulse of writer’s block #FP

Jason VanHorn ‏@Dr_VanHorn
“Access granted,” the speaker said. Al heard a soft buzzing sound and the click of the door. He opened it and went into the safe house. #fp

Hannah Powley ‏@Hannah_Monster
I hear you in the rustle of the leaves, the trickling of the stream & cheerful song of woodland birds. I hear you my love… I hear you #FP

J. Wayne Williams ‏@jwwfantasywrite
Silence never visits me anymore. For when night falls, and all is quiet, and the lights go out, I’m assaulted by the voices in my head. #FP
Tinfoil Fedora ‏@crowguye
He may be built of steel and leather, but he’s held together by glass.

Lexi Lefevre ‏@LexiIsAWriter
His soft breath serenades me in the night’s silence. Every inhale is a whisper of tomorrow. Each exhale, a caress of promised dreams. #FP

PlatinumRoseLady ‏@PlatinumRoseL
Zarah saw the sword resting on the bloody altar. She heard the blade singing, an anthem of battle mixed with the cries of the dead. #FP

Lord Stabdagger! ‏@Lord_Stabdagger
#FP A gentle breeze, rain on the window, an owl hoots, a dog barks as a car goes by and the couple next door having sex. Silent night? No.

specimen #17 ‏@EclecticallySo
Does the wind, itself, have sound?
We hear what it moves with it’s spirit.
We hear what it prompts the choir of nature to sing. #FP

Karen ‏@KarenOhren
I hear
the subtle nuances
of night
all the quiet
the lost
and the unseen
softly breathing
a lullaby
of dreams.

Angie Grigaliunas ‏@Angie_ZeWriter
Cracks of leather against flesh split the near-quiet, not quite in time with each other. Stifled moans echoed in my ears. #FP #dystopian #YA

Angie Grigaliunas ‏@Angie_ZeWriter
Screams resound down every street, dissolving under the soldiers’ shouts to each other. Above, the sky remains silent. #FP #fantasy #writing

Emily Nelson ‏@amphetasoul
I am sick of your fake love, you are like whores on Sunday church. ~en.

Stephen 🐺 ‏@GallifreyGamgee
“How did you hear that horde of hellbeasts?”
“For one thing, I wasn’t the one lost in the fiery eyes of a succubus paramour!” I hissed.

Jenni Anderson ‏@jenanderson731
Frightened & angry, she screamed into the still air. Never had she done anything so foolish while on her travels. #SciFiFri #FP

Christine Holden ‏@chris_holden1
The hoot of an owl
or maybe the growl
of a disgruntled dog
lying in rustled leaves.
A distant hum
of the last dance
What do you hear?

DimpleVerse ‏@Dimpleverse
In a World
Of uncertainty
In a time
Of pale humanity
We find solace
Between pages..
#FP #whisperingneds #SenseWrds #BentHalos #vss @rube44

💌wん♡, ᄊ乇? 💟 ‏@Lilsweetnspice
Reflections of
a tender refrain
sympathetic words
soothe me
he can
A bevy of laughter
a stern reprimand
If I could hear
my daddy again

Emily Ansell ‏@LateNiteScholar
I heard the soft hiss of blades drawn from scabbards, and knew they were close. I stretched out with my magic, ready to spring. #FP

Kaye Steger ‏@utkaye
When your son tells you about his day, or your daughter wants to sing a song, do you listen? When your children speak what do you hear? #FP

The Very Best of GHOST STORIES part 1!


This week, month and indeed, year has just run away from me.
I do not remember what day it is anymore, much less what time I’m supposed to be doing certain things.
Keeping it together is hard, man. Really, really hard.
Anyway … here we stand. For better or for worse, we stand in more or less one piece.
The last stretch of the Fundraiser on is coming to an end, because … in all honesty, the guilt I have for asking for so much is killing me slowly, and I need to do more work here at home to make up for what we’ve lost in medical bills.
This last stretch means that I need to reach that total of $2,000. So that I can buy time to find work here, or to get ahead in the projects I have lined up that would help financially.
We have, at the time of writing this, $1,223. We have approximately $777 to go before I let this fundraiser go and let it rest.
I want to close it on Monday.
And if between then and now, if there is any way that you can help, my family and I would be forever indebted to you. In these last days especially, as the doctors and hospitals are demanding their fees, and we do not even have enough money to buy more than a bag of sweet potatoes for the rest of the week.
In any case, I’ve written a full letter about it here, if you’d like to read it.
Now to the #FP’s of last week!
The theme was Ghost Stories … the supernatural vibe was inspired by my sister, who is, indeed, a mega fan of the show and the theme was like #FP’s birthday present to her.
Needless to say, the creepy and phenomenal #FP’s we saw that day was a birthday present not even Vicky could believe, and it was the BEST THING EVER to sit and read some of the best ones out to her.
These GRAY Girls are huge fans of this theme and all of you!
So, without further ado, here’s to you … and the Very Best of Ghost Stories Part 1!


Hanford Ground Zero ‏@HanfordGround0
She held me
Until I could breathe no more.
Until my wrist could bleed no more. #FP

Paul Baxter ‏@baxterpm
As he changed back from wolf to man, the ghosts faded from his
vision. “Remember us,” they said.
As if he could forget.
Deidre Bradford ‏@deidre_bradford
She turned the corner in the dark asylum and heard scream. She
whipped around to see a blood trail and horde of ghost children trailing.

Robert C. Madison ‏@AuthorRCMadison
The investigation was drenched in a shower of the bizarre; I welcomed
the bottle’s normalcy. #FictFri #FP #amwriting #NOIR #crimefiction

Guardian Lights Book ‏@GuardianLights
The conversation had gotten creepier as his tics became apparent, his
shifts from dark to charming, his odd facial movements. #FP

B.F. McBride ‏@DriedInkRibbon
“Of course I’m not scared!”
“It’s okay if you ar-”
“I told you already I’m not!”
“Okay okay, it’s just this IS your first time haunting.”#FP

Scarab ‏@SignBeetle
There is an extensive list in the Magical Girl Database of Transform
Trinket options but she was the first to actually use a Kevlar Vest #FP

Gretchen Turonek ‏@GretchenTuronek
I haven’t been in my body in two months. You’re the only person I can
reach. I can’t keep this up for much longer. Please. Help me. #fp

Lotta Craft ‏@lottacraft
The candle flickered as the room grew warmer. He never liked the cold,
not even in is afterlife and they could save on the heating bill #FP

Lotta Craft ‏@lottacraft
Why was the Ghost of Christmas Past crying?
He had no future #FP

Lettuce is Tricksy ‏@AdrianYoung10
“Kid! Wake up!”

“Who’s there?”

“Hi. I’m a ghost. It’s my first scare. I’ll just start shall I?”



“You’re funny!”

Monte Bates ‏@MonteBates
To be in your tomorrow
We’ll kiss until forever
We’ll soak up all the Sun
At the shore just having fun
#poem #DSPoetry #micropoetry #FP

Rêve-Ree ‏@ReeDwithaBee
At some point during the intergalactic journey, their bodies had
disintegrated, but their spirits stayed very much alive. #FP #SciFiFri

Tracy Meyerhofer ‏@FuzzyPupPress
It was the same
NoWhere to go
She was cornered
Awaiting theBlow
The ghost came
For herSoul

Elisa Romagnoli ‏@elisalromagnoli
“You’re alone right?” Jake jumped, a shriek escaping his lips. A chill ran
down his spine as he spotted the familiar hazy face. #FP
Karen ‏@KarenOhren
Pale shadows dancing
across a darkened door
echoes in the stillness
voices in the hall
upon the empty staircase
forgotten footsteps fall

Lettuce is Tricksy ‏@AdrianYoung10
*starship above earth*

“Humans are afraid of ghosts”



“Slip on the sheets lads! Time to invade!”


“Whooo?” #FP

Rosalie Everts ‏@snowraven196
A few sprinkles of… pain
A glimmer of… rope
Are treasures to… chain
A reality to cope. #FP

Eda Vor ‏@EdaJVor
No amount of ghost disposal or re-veiling provided adequate
resolution. What worked was listening to the spirits’ complaints #FP

Karen ‏@KarenOhren
A penny for her secrets
a sixpence for her lies
a kiss to feed the hunger
of her blood red smile.


Saint Eric ‏@Mr_Micawber
His soul swam the turbid seas of Hell
His hopes sang with heavenly hosts
His stories upon deaf ears fell
His hopes were fleeting ghosts

Jason VanHorn ‏@Dr_VanHorn
The black consumed me with each step forward. I could hear the drips
of death hit the floor from the blood of the men ahead. #FP

Lettuce is Tricksy ‏@AdrianYoung10
“Hi! I’m a ghost. I’m here to scare you!”


“You’re a millennial, aren’t you?”


“iOS 10.2.1 is shit”

“Tell me about it!”


Lettuce is Tricksy ‏@AdrianYoung10
I was visiting my gran’s grave. I had my headphones on. Suddenly
‘Thriller’ started playing.

I don’t have Thriller on my iphone…….


Tinfoil Fedora ‏@crowguye
“Just to play the Devil’s accomplice,” He began.
“You mean ‘advocate’?”
“No, that’s just plausible deniability for being a dickweasel.”
jfx mcloughlin ‏@jfxmcl
No matter how many coats of paint they applied the face kept
reappearing, so they framed it and said it was an ancestor #FP

AˢᵉᵉᵐSᵃˣᵉᶰᵃ ‏@RedNightHawkAKS
The theatre was full for the premiere of The Sixth Sense, more so than
people realized: ghosts had packed the aisles, hoping to be seen. #FP

You can call me V ‏@vspearson85
Torch under chin,he tried to scare me with ghost stories.Little did he
know,I was no stranger to death.It was he that ended up screaming #fp

Lotta Craft ‏@lottacraft
“I don’t believe in humans”, said Portia, “it’s just a stupid tale!”
Nick agreed “Who wants those things as Ancestors anyway?” #FP

Guy Ricketts ‏@GuyRicketts
Tom stood alone in a room where several murders occurred.”Livvy
always used her knife,”Tom muttered.
“Not always,”a female voice replied.#FP

stevemcauliffe ‏@beholdcosmicwav
Once upon a time giants guarded the coast of Cornwall
as once upon a time magicians conjured up nations
From the clay beneath our feet #FP

Lettuce is Tricksy ‏@AdrianYoung10
I was telling Henrietta over tea about my fledgling krugerrand
“Freddy Krueger’s erection?”
“Hearing aid on?”
How we laughed!#FP

Nate Ragolia ‏@NateRagolia
When they came, it wasn’t like the movies. No transparent spectres
throwing objects about, but a deadly cloud of restlessness and agony.

Nate Ragolia ‏@NateRagolia
They were men of their time. Flawed, land owners, slavers, thinkers.
They did not know that their ghosts would haunt the nation forever. #FP
Megan Cutler ‏@Megan__Cutler
A sickly green glow permeated the pages of the book. The ancient
paper danced. From the center rose a black, skeletal hand. #FP

Marc Watson ‏@writewatson
The snow crunched under her feet. Was she alone? She turned and
looked. Nothing.
Then a warm hand grasped her neck.
“This one is next.”

Laura Teague ‏@LTFiction
“There was a ghost!”
“You’re telling me a ghost smashed my harpsichord?”
“No, I threw it at it. Well, threw it *through* it.”
#FP #FriDare

Mr Paul ‏@CnstantGardener

The ghosts tell each other stories of the people who cannot see into
their realm, who walk about unaware of the messages from beyond.
Mr Paul ‏@CnstantGardener
#FP they came back after a week. “It’s really hard to haunt ghosts!”
“No! I said hunting, ghost hunting, fools!”

Andrea Roche ‏@Rose121562
Trying to hang onto the tub’s rim, her nails squeaked as they ran down
the it’s sides. Not able to raise herself she slid underwater. #fp

Mr Paul ‏@CnstantGardener
They kept the nursery. Each night at 2am she would stand over the crib
and watch, though her sleeping baby was always gone by daybreak.

Declan Drake ‏@declan_drake
I spent so long running from the darkness
Only to realize it never left
It is here
All around
But I never left
And the darkness is me


Sarah Brentyn ‏@SarahBrentyn
She thought her spirit would glide gracefully amongst the living. Alas,
she was a clumsy ghost, never earning her haunting license. #FP

Hope Denney ‏@HopeDenney2
At night he left the typewriter out, and in the am, a new chapter awaited
his admiration. It was lucrative living with a ghostwriter. #FP

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
Beyond whistling pines
A tangible ghost preys
On wilted lovers
A spectre rises from
Misty shadows
Spelling doom for
The star crossed

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
I conquered my fears
By roaming with ghosts
Venom cures venom
Evil befriends evil
Now I scare them all
Who scared me once

Allie Potts ‏@alliepottswrite
Staring into the mirror, the girls chanted Bloody Mary. Laughing, they
tumbled outside only to realize too late what had answered #FP

J.L. Brown ‏@AuthorJLBrown
“I inherited his money – more than I’ll ever know what to do with, and
his colossal estate.”
“And his ghosts,” Adelaide added.

Catherine Callicott ‏@1catcallicott
The air brushed over her skin and the feeling of being watched was
overwhelming. He said he would never leave her… ever. #FP

amy ‏@atlanta_amy
“Got lotta stories,” The Ghost said.He lifted a leg stump.”Got this in The
War. But this one,” he pointed to his chest,”I got from her.” #fp

TR ‏@_The_Mad_Monk
Stepping in front of trains is a lot more fun now. #fp

Hope Denney ‏@HopeDenney2
She wouldn’t leave his home and left him notes saying “I’m so glad
you’re here!” The ghost finally accepted the human was haunting him.

Hope Denney ‏@HopeDenney2
He ignored the history of the orphanage until ashy footprints laced the
floors and sooty pleas of Help! lined the mirrors each morning. #FP

amy ‏@atlanta_amy
Sifting through pictures, through sticky cobwebs of happy or sad, one
by one, she released every story into the ghostly arms of her past.#fp

Rêve-Ree ‏@ReeDwithaBee
Those ideas, thoughts & memories that we manage to write down.
They don’t die. Their ghosts live in the margins, giving the words life.
Michael Fehr ‏@FehrMichael1
Sam stood to inherit a fortune. While he would never harm his parents
directly, he didn’t feel compelled to warn them of the gas leak. #FP

Jenn R-J ‏@jennfel
The ghost stories
I tell myself
All begin
With you
#FP #tenwords #vss

Bonnie Swanson ‏@BB_Swann
When I met Death, she sat on the hood of my car, wearing jeans & a
pink tank top, snapping her gum behind a Hollywood smile. #FP

Jenn R-J ‏@jennfel
Childhood memories
Become ghost stories, rattling
Her mind’s empty cage
#FP #haiku #vss

DimpleVerse ‏@Dimpleverse
Twisted sisters
love & hate
Wearing masks
Deep down
They are
passionate twins
Of survival
#FP #missmuseme #DarkLines #IntrigueVerse #botaiku

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