Ghostface Writer
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Writing stories in my spare time. Daydreaming all the time. Welcome to the world inside my head.
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End of the World Party
The city is buzzing, but not in the way it used to. It’s not the kind of excitement that comes from dreams of the future, from ambition, from progress. No, this is the last flicker of a dying flame—the desperate rush of people trying to feel something before it all goes dark.
By Ghostface Writer11 months ago in Fiction
Fate can only be fate if we decide that we want it to be.
As a hopeless romantic, I love watching romcoms, but I always just dismiss them as nothing more than stories - not to be taken seriously. I also believe that these love stories are so personal that it kind of makes it hard to appreciate unless you fully step into the protagonists’ shoes. I always think to pose to the writer, ‘why should I care about your love story? There are infinitely many, what makes yours so special that it deserves its own movie?’.
By Ghostface Writer2 years ago in Humans
The Last Lion
It took him a while to shake off the trauma of losing his entire pride. In a way, he hasn’t fully recovered. All tucked away, deep in the last remaining forest, he continued to hide. While all around him the forest continued to dwindle. He knew there wasn’t much time left. He drank from the stream, he hunted. That was his routine. Once in a while, he would try to explore. But his fear kept getting the better of him. He was easily startled by loud noises that sounded like gunshots. Or unnatural sounds, like those from machinery. He would have nightmares about the day of his capture, or the day of his death. He would have daydreams of running with his full pride by his side. He would never fully understand how it came to this point. He would never fully understand why he is alone now, living in fear. He just accepted it as the way of the world. The unnatural, made natural. Things come and go. He thought of it in terms of the animals he’s hunted. They were once living and then they were not. There will come a time when every living creature will be no more. For him and his kind, that time has come. The thought occurred to him of going out with a bang. He would go out to the human village and try to take out as many of them as he could before he got put down. It was inevitable that they would get him soon anyways. He might as well go down fighting. But he brushed aside these suicidal thoughts. As the last of his kind, he felt a sense of responsibility. The only way he could think of to honour his kind is to live for as long as he could. He wanted to extend the existence of lions, to delay their disappearance as a species for as long as possible. Every second counts, he felt. Every second that he’s alive is a second that his kind is still represented in the world. That was how he made peace with his continued existence even though he was the last of his kind left. That’s what made him want to continue living, even though it was a very lonely life.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
The Connection
The internet has opened up a whole new world for humanity. It has connected us like never before and enabled the sharing of unprecedented amounts of information. This has allowed us to make rapid progress as a society… unless you’re an idiot like me who use the vast powers of the internet to do something as foolish as creeping on someone. I say that as I sit in front of the screen, scrolling through the Facebook page of a girl I liked 20 years ago. I know it’s horrible. I know I shouldn’t be doing it. She probably wouldn’t appreciate some random guy creeping her on Facebook. Yet here I am anyways. So what is it about this girl that I’m willing to break social taboos for? I met her 20 years ago and thought we had a great connection, but due to a serious case of paralysing fear and nervousness, I messed up at the moment that I was supposed to ask her out. Although time has faded my memory of it somewhat, that mistake continues to haunt me to this very day. I strongly believed that she was the ‘one.’ I’ve met other girls after her, sure, but each new person I meet only seems to reinforce how perfect she is compared to them. I’m probably wrong. Maybe my admiration of her is just in my head and has no basis in reality. But I can’t help the way I feel. To me, there was no coming back from that mistake. That was a pivotal moment in my timeline - where it split into two different futures: the one where I end up with the girl of my dreams and the one where I am now - alone and unable to move on from something that happened a long time ago. The scary thing about the internet is how it makes it almost impossible to move on. Despite how it sounds, I’m not blaming the technology though. I‘m perfectly aware that it’s really my own stubbornness that’s making it impossible to move on. Unfortunately, my awareness of my stubbornness does little to motivate me to overcome it. To make matters worse, now that I’ve found her on social media, I’m too afraid to act on it. Looking at her page, I can infer from the information that’s accessible to me that she’s probably happily married, with a family of her own. 20 years is a long time. In that time she lived her life fully, while I’ve been stuck in limbo. I’m just hoping for one last miracle. I’ve decided to do it. After lurking for so long, I’m finally going to send a friend request.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
San Amaryllis
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. At times, it looked like a sliver of daylight. But often, it was just varying shades of grey. Seeing it in this way only made it seem less real.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Christmas
Christmas. Does it get better with time? Christmas is one of those days that gets tougher to celebrate as you get older. Just like birthdays, I guess, but Christmas comes with its own set of challenges. When I was a kid, Christmas was simple. It was one of the few occasions per year when you get presents. People decorated their houses, put up nice lights, and get together for festive meals. There’s special programming on TV, Christmas music on the radio, and malls are packed with people.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Journal
The Love Bite
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Tom whistled at the first sight of it, still far away, but slowly coming into view as we closed the distance. In the van with us, were Crystal and Sam - a couple, and Tom’s girlfriend, Wanda.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
Today’s Journal Entry
It’s been a while since I’ve written an entry in this journal, but here I am with a tale that is worthy of an entry. It was a week ago that I got a call out of the blue from a highschool friend of mine. She explained that she needed someone to house-sit for her and she remembered how we used to go home from parties together, sleep in the same bed without her worrying about getting taken advantage of because, apparently, I was that trustworthy. So I became the obvious choice.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
A Christmas I Don’t Remember Forgetting
There was poop and pee everywhere. On the floor, on the couch. Even a day later, and after a good cleanup, I was still finding poop in nooks and crannies. It even haunted me in my dreams. This is not a good way to start a story, I know, but given the theme of this writing challenge, I thought it best to give a preview where this is going. The events of this disastrous holiday gathering began so innocently, and as a result, I never could have foreseen such a revolting aftermath.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Families
