Intro: I have been trying for days to come up with a short story idea. I really suck at it. I want to start out with something I am comfortable with. I love anything to do with ghosts. I love kids’ stories, especially pre-teens. I figured I would combine the two, but still, I couldn’t really come up with anything so I used a random first line generator and what came up was “The key to communicating with Aliens was starting me right in the face”. Perfect, change Aliens to ghosts and we have a story…
The key to communicating with ghosts was staring me right in the face. I took a step back and shook my head. Could I really be seeing this? Was there really a ghost in front of me? Was it really trying to communicate with me after all these years of trying? Was this seriously going to happen? These were all the questions I asked myself as I stared back at it. Hesitantly I took a step forward.
“A-are you a ghost?” I asked it. Uh yeah, of course, it was. Why would I ask that? The ghost just stared at me.
After a moment, “What do you think?”, it said.
“Are you sure?” I asked. Wow… no brownie points here! I must be the stupidest kid in the world. I looked the ghost up and down. I just couldn’t believe my eyes. He was about my age (12 if your wondering) and a little shorter then me and had on some funny looking clothes.
“Yes”, he said. “Are you sure you’re a girl?” he asked.
“Uh… yeah. I am.” I answered.
“Well, now that we’ve established that. What else do you want to ask me?” he said.
“Umm… I don’t know”, I shyly answered. Why now of all times am I being shy I thought. Usually, you can’t shut me up. I get in trouble all the time at home and at school. My best friend, Franklin, calls me Rambling Ramona. I go on and on and on.
“Go on then, there must be something you want to ask me. It’s not every day you see a ghost.”
“Wha-wha-whats your name?” I asked.
“Edward and what’s yours?” he looked at me waiting.
“Ra-ramona” I spit out. I couldn’t believe this! I was talking to a ghost. A real live ghost.
Wait… live, who am I kidding? I can see right through him. Again I looked at him. Was it rude to be staring? Should I ask him anything? What did I want to know? Why was I having such a hard time? All these thoughts were going through my head but I was still processing the fact that I was standing in front of a real live ghost!
No… wait… we went over this already, Ramona, remember? He’s not alive. I can see right through him. Wow, I thought. This can’t be real.
This is going to be a work in progress so bear with me and let me know what you think! I think I am going to try and post a little bit every week or so. Feedback is much appreciated as well