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I sat on a park bench watching the sunset like I do every day. My knee to my chin, arms wrapped tightly around my leg’s as if I could find comfort in it. A pare of jeans hugging my legs and hips and a loose weight T-shirt. How I wish I could just go home, but what use would that be so now I am all alone waiting watching?

The same women I see every day at the park walked by, her nose in another romance book.She needs a boyfriend, I thought to my self. Instead of continuing to walk, like she always did, the women sat right onto me, passing through me. I got up and sat down on the grass. Well I guess you’ve noticed that I’m not exactly human. I’ve a ghost for 2 months now. I don’t really know what happened, all I remember is the car going out of control and going over the bridge and into the water below.

So now all I do is watch as life goes on without me. No sad faces for the lost girl, no rain to wash away the tears of the people who knew me. I guess the world doesn’t care if you’re gone, the people of my home town sure as hell don’t.

I tried looking for the gate of heaven same kind of light, but found nothing so then I thought that maybe I belong in hell so I looked, I have nothing else to look for so I thought why not, also nada. So I’m stuck on earth alone, are there other ghosts, yes but I try to stay away from them because there not exactly friendly looking. Well nether am I. There are cuts and bruises all over me and my hair and clothes are wet plus my skin is white and blue. But the ghosts I normally come across aren’t like me, a soul looking for heaven or hell, they’re sent here from hell. The devils little helpers dragging down the ones how have little hope and faith. That voice in the back of a person head that says do it she doesn’t deserve to live or take the money they don’t need it.

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kcglitter Comment

thank you I'll edit it

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Kiaya wrote a review · Sat Mar 19, 2011 2:37 pm

Hey,
I think Teardrop covered everything, but I want you to know I love it. I see how you could turn it into a book. If you end up publishing a book from this I will have to read it. It's like a siren beckoning me to read on. Call me strang if you want but it is true. :) ~Kiaya~

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Hi! Teardrop here! First of all, I thought this was interesting, and has potential, but needs a lot of detail and editing. : )



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Okay, try and edit this, and read over it to make sure everything makes sense. I think this could be good. Also, it's small. Try and add to this, as well as emotion and detail.

Hope I could help and also feel free to PM me with anything you'd like, or if you just wanna chat.

Keep Writing

~Teardrop : )



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