I decided to start making themes for these stories, so today’s theme is ghosts:
- I used to believe in spirits when I was a child but as I grew up, I started to realize that they were childhood fantasies. Tonight, at sixty years old, I had a reality check when my wife crawled out of her tombstone.
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2. We danced by the shores of the sea on warm summer nights, full of love and freedom. I threw her body from the pier and watched as the sharks cover my crime, I fell to my knees, sobbing, because I knew that tomorrow she would be at the shore again
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3. I look at the moon and count to ten as I hear them getting closer and closer. when the noises stop, I open my eyes, just to see an army of the undead, slowly circling me.
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4. The clicking of the clock forever reminds me that time could never stand still. My clock had stopped running twenty years ago and because of that, I don’t know how long I have been dead for.