Tag: #Ghost
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Saturday, February 05, 2022
Fell asleep to a country song, dreamt I was a cowboy with a dog and a horse that wouldn’t leave me alone. The sun was high and the drink was strong. No water here unless you’re a horse, of course, as the dust rose and the sun began to faint behind red clouds. Time moves…
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Monday, January 24, 2022
Letters like time drifting through my mind. Each reminds me of another reason why I keep writing the letters that create time and an illusion of a world formed in my mind as I seek words to rhyme with time like the dime spinning on its edge. Please continue reading this blog on my Patreon:…
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Thursday, January 13, 2022
Found the flow of time in a rhyme, captivated by the sound of silence in the middle of the night, forgetting the time when I’m alone awake in my room. Watching the ceiling like skin peeling after sun’s rays have changed my skin to red from pink instead of light brown. A frown where once…
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Wednesday, November 24, 2021
Headed to nowhere on a bus going somewhere I’m waiting to find something not knowing what will be someday. Please continue reading this blog on my Patreon: http://patreon.com/jason29171 http://threadbeast.refr.cc/K2TGJ8G Please read my writing on my Patreon and these sites: http://patreon.com/jason29171 Blogs: Comedy: thekelleystvshow.wordpress.com Writing: fjasonwhitakerwriter.com Faith and Religion: jasonwhitakerandgrace.wordpress.com Daily Life Blog: fjasonwhitaker.wordpress.com GoFundMe: gf.me/u/zngibh …
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Museum of Memories
The fog of memory. Lost in mind is time. Drifting around are moments gone. I recall bits and pieces of days gone. A museum of memories in my mind. Please continue reading this blog on my Patreon: http://patreon.com/jason29171 http://threadbeast.refr.cc/K2TGJ8G Please read my writing on my Patreon and these sites: http://patreon.com/jason29171 Blogs: Comedy: thekelleystvshow.wordpress.com Writing: fjasonwhitakerwriter.com…
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Each Day
Each day I survive, I wake up the next alive. I strive for perfection but I know no one is perfect. Please continue reading this blog on my Patreon: Please continue reading this blog on my Patreon: http://patreon.com/jason29171 http://threadbeast.refr.cc/K2TGJ8G Please read my writing on my Patreon and these sites: http://patreon.com/jason29171 Blogs: Comedy: thekelleystvshow.wordpress.com Writing: fjasonwhitakerwriter.com…
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A Mystery (Part One)
My story begins with a night. A night like any other night. The air was thick with fog. He walked among the graves searching. He knew his father was there among the many names. He walked, barefoot, between the rows of headstones. His small flashlight illuminating the names of the dead. Somewhere here was the…
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The Suitcase (Part One)
The stillness of the air was unnerving. I was alone yet I felt watched with each step that I took into the abandoned house. I could smell time. There is a nostalgic smell that comes with places left abandoned for many years. It’s strange being nostalgic for a time in history prior to your existence.…
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Ghost #2
I feel nothing as I walk the halls of a new school. I was sent to the guidance counselor. She talked about feelings but I feel nothing. I met a teacher while waiting. He told me to come by his class after school. After school I walked in to an empty classroom. He appeared moments…
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Short Story Series Compilation Short Story Series Background Information #1
I plan to post most of the short stories from the series below to my Patreon. I will post some of the content from the short stories on here as well. Please consider signing up on my Patreon to read more of my writing. Please visit and share the link for my Patreon.
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Ghost #1
They said it was sudden. They said many things meant to make me feel better. I wanted nothing to do with their good intentions. I wanted to be alone. No one tells you the truth when your dad dies. They want to make you feel better. In truth they want to make themselves feel better.…