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VISITATION Brian walked through the wall. Paused, smiled: halfways in - halfways out. "Jaysus..!" he said. "That always feckin' happens!" He pulled the rest of him through to this room leaving a glowing trail of ectoplasm. "It makes me feel like a ****** snail!" "Sorry about the ghostly slime it's hard to get used to being dead if ya see what I mean!" I couldn't have of course so  I just nodded. "And this ghost stuff is really the pits. Here I am and yet here I am not." He gave me a playful punch on the shoulder and went right through me misjudging his new existence. "Now, listen bud...all this crying is getting on me nerves. It's gotta stop. You've got a life to live...now...live it!" And then like e clichéd cockerel crowing at the dawn he faded into the curtains. "Jaysus...these curtains are truly terrible they'll have to go!" "Well. . ?" said the sunlight "...will we get on with it?" The day waited impatiently hopping from one minute to the next. "Yes. . ." I said "Yes."
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
VISITATION
VISITATION Brian walked through the wall. Paused, smiled: halfways in - halfways out. "Jaysus..!" he said. "That always feckin' happens!" He pulled the rest of him through to this room leaving a glowing trail of ectoplasm. "It makes me feel like a ****** snail!" "Sorry about the ghostly slime it's hard to get used to being dead if ya see what I mean!" I couldn't have of course so  I just nodded. "And this ghost stuff is really the pits. Here I am and yet here I am not." He gave me a playful punch on the shoulder and went right through me misjudging his new existence. "Now, listen bud...all this crying is getting on me nerves. It's gotta stop. You've got a life to live...now...live it!" And then like e clichéd cockerel crowing at the dawn he faded into the curtains. "Jaysus...these curtains are truly terrible they'll have to go!" "Well. . ?" said the sunlight "...will we get on with it?" The day waited impatiently hopping from one minute to the next. "Yes. . ." I said "Yes."
donall-dempsey
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
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