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The Very Best of GHOST STORIES part 1!

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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 YouCaring.com 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.
#FP
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.
#FP

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?”

“Ok”

“BOO!”

“You’re funny!”

“Shit!”#FP
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
HauntedHalls
EchoHerName
It was the same
Everywhere
Desperate
NoWhere to go
She was cornered
Awaiting theBlow
The ghost came
For herSoul
#FP

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
#FP

Lettuce is Tricksy ‏@AdrianYoung10
*starship above earth*

“Humans are afraid of ghosts”

“Really?”

“Yep”

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

“Whooo!”

“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.

#FP

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
#FP

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!”

“Meh”

“You’re a millennial, aren’t you?”

“Meh”

“iOS 10.2.1 is shit”

“Tell me about it!”

#FP

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…….

#FP

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.”
#FP
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
#SciFiFri

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
collection.
“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.
#FP

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.”
#FP

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
#FP

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.
#fp

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

#fp

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
#FP

Aneesha Shewani ‏@tweetoeuvre
#FP
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.
#FP

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.
#FP

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.
#FP
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
#amwriting

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

#S4S-6: Hysterectomy by Caitlin Keeton

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Hysterectomy

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Where once my sons had sucked their thumbs
Welcome in my red-carpet embrace,
Home, free from harm,
Waiting in the wings was an uninvited guest
A pest, who held to ransom my nest,
Determined
Cuckoo
Excreting
Egg-sized
Fibroids,
Leaving stones where once my sons slept.
Swelling my belly to barrel
Squeezing my bladder and bowel
Blood floods; clot torrents torment
Red carpet is mangled each month
Pains in my pubis, my pelvis.
It’s Hell, this.

My womb turned tomb.

‘Sorry’
His hand nudges mine as
The consent form is signed.
Later his scalpel will
Cut a
Slot
Like a
Letter box,
Low down.
A makeshift emergency exit,
From whence he’ll pull my uterus, my ovaries;
the infestation of fibroids.
Red carpet will be rolled,
Dull and void.

I go for my operation at four,
‘No tampons or pads to be worn.’
And thus, unhindered, the final period
Pours.

I wake
Drug headed,
A squashed fly
In a web of wires.

Weak fingers, heavy with instruments
Search for my wound,
Underneath
the sheet
Underneath
the shroud gown
Underneath
the dressing
I count fifteen clasps or teeth
Shaped to smile.
I touch each clip like xylophone key
Imagine its song pitch perfect above the
Barren bustle and blips:

‘Hys-ter-ec-to-my
Say-good-bye-to-the
Pain-and-mis-ery.’

I sleep in starts and fits.

‘You’re all sorted now’
Somebody breathes on my face.
My womb’s all gone
Without a trace.
Just an empty
Space.
My cracked lips part.
‘That’s good’ I whisper.

Touching my new metalwork,
I doze once more.

Hang on.
I freeze.
I croak a sob.
My sons will never have a sister.

Stretching the wires,
I struggle to rise.

My mouth shaped wound tries to scream
But like a re-used envelope
With nothing much inside
It is silenced by staples.

Twitter: @CaitlinKeeton

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