Imagination In Writing

“I still believe, even though it’s unbelievable: To lose your path Is the way to find that path.” – Lost

Category: Fiction (Page 1 of 2)

Update: Path

Currently I’m writing a novel titled, “The Path We Choose”. Here is a small sneak peek at the story:


Kim Daehyun

He’s standing there, looking at the memory filled barren piece of land, surrounded by a house on each side. In his mind, he can still see the dinner table at which he was sitting two days ago. His lips form a thin line and there are bags under his eyes. Crying, praying, mentally cursing, he’s done it all, but nothing will change what happened. It’s kind of amazing, in a twisted way, how quickly everything can be taken from you. His eyes wander over to the backpack he dropped a few feet away. Inside are 2 books and some money, the only things the fire didn’t swallow. A sigh escapes him and he takes one last look before going to grab his bag.

Lee Taeyong

You can hear the loud voices drifting out of the alley between a restaurant and a clothing store. It’s getting dark but the group of teenagers sitting on various pieces of junk seem to have no intention of going home. There’s one teen who immediately catches anyone’s attention. His tousled cobalt blue hair, bad boy smirk, and mysterious brown eyes somehow reel you in. The half empty cans of spray paint around him tell you that he’s responsible for the vandalism behind him.

“Hey, shouldn’t we get going?” Asks the youngest of the group nervously. The leader turns to look at him, leaning forward a bit.

“What’s wrong, are you scared to get caught?” He get’s up and the kid flinches, but before a step is taken, an arm stretches in front of him. Brown eyes meet gray ones.

“Why don’t you leave him be?” The leader looks momentarily shocked, but he regains his composure fast enough.

“Why don’t you stay out of it? Unless you want to get that pretty face of yours messed up.” Leader attempts to shove past but he wont budge. For a split second glares are exchanged. Then a fist flies, finding it’s target, sending leader to the ground. A swift kick to the gut assures leader won’t get up quickly. In the background you can hear the youngest whispering.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?”

“Kid, you haven’t been here long enough. Taeyong and Leader? They don’t mess around.” Spitting blood, leader sits up.

“You think you’re so tough Taeyong? Think you’re so great? Well guess what, you’re no better than the rest of us.” Taeyong smiles wickedly and kneels down so he can look into leaders eyes. He cocks his head slightly to the right.

“Don’t underestimate me, Leader.” He spits the last word. Leader’s eyes narrow and he lunges, catching Taeyong off guard. They’re so focused on beating the other up that they don’t realize sirens are approaching.

“Run!” That one word freezes both of them, Taeyong is on the floor, Leader leaning over him.

“Good luck getting out of this.” He whispers, turning around to run, but Taeyong grabs his ankle, tripping him.

“If I go down, you go with me.” A police car blocks the alley exit.

“You! Get up, hands on your head! One wrong move and I’ll shoot!” A police officer yells. Taeyong gets up slowly, face contorting in pain. His shoulder looks dislocated and when he walks over to the police car he’s limping.

Min Junwoo

“Don’t.” he grabs the girls wrist, making her drop the lip gloss she was about to take. She glares at him, yanking her wrist free, then goes over to a different makeup aisle.

“Yuna, let’s go.” He pleads. There’s no way he can leave her. She put’s an expensive eye shadow in her pocket, glancing around. There’s someone watching them, even if they don’t notice.

“Hello? Yes? I’d like to report two suspicious teenagers. A boy and a girl, around 19…I’m pretty sure the girl just snuck one of our products into her jacket. The boy has light brown hair and bright green eyes. And the girl…I can’t see her well but she’s wearing a white jacket and purple jeans.” He hears this and panics.

“Yuna! We need to go, now!” She heard it too. Hand in hand they dash out of the shop, the owner’s angry yells following them. They turn a corner, running right into a police car. His eyes widen in fear.


“Wait! Stop!” Yells the police officer, getting out and running after them.

“Give me what you took!” He’s out of breath, feeling faint, but pushes on. She gives him eye shadow, lipstick, and a perfume bottle, which get stuffed into his pockets. They turn into an alley, finding themselves facing a fence. Yuna’s about to run back, but he stops her. He’s breathing hard, choking, not used to running. Although he should be, it’s not the first time this has happened. 

“There’s no time. I’ll help you over the fence, then you run. Don’t look back. Got it?” She nods and gives him a quick kiss on his lips. Yuna is out of sight when the police officer runs into the alley.

“Don’t move kid, I don’t want to hurt you.” She walks forward and cuffs him.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” He stares ahead mutely.

“Being like that won’t help you.” Silence.


Park Sunjin

It’s started raining. He feels numb. Another failed attempt. His hope fading with each passing day. The dull panic in his chest threatening to take his breath away. It’s been 15 years. 15 years since he lost his sight. 15 years since she hurt him the way she did. But even if it was so long ago he remembers her vividly. Her long brown hair, sparkling brown eyes. Park Hyejin. That was her name. But what use is there to simply remember her. At this point there’s nothing left for him in this world.

Yang Minho

He’s going fast, wheeling himself past people, narrowly avoiding running over their feet. This is the only thing that brings him some kind of thrill anymore.

“Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang! Stop! Minho, you’re going to hurt yourself!” He stops and waits for the nurse to catch up. She’s panting, obviously out of breath.

“Mr. Yang, you need to stop doing that. Someday you’re going to get hurt.”

“You know I don’t care when you say that. Try something else.” She lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Mr. Yang,” She says through gritted teeth, “you’re going to end up hurting someone else.”

“That’s better. By the way, you know it would be much easier if you just discharged me, right?” The nurse looks about to strangle him but then thinks twice. She grabs the handles of his wheelchair and takes him to his room.

“You know we can’t do that. We’re not sure you can take care of yourself.”

“My mom’s home.” She sighs.

“Minho, we’ve been over this. Your mom is barely ever home and when she is, she’s in no state to take care of you.” The nurse waves for a fellow nurse to help lift Minho onto the bed. She starts to walk away when he mutters.

“I was at the Taekwondo championship. I was so hyped up, so ready for it. Then a freak accident gets me a collapsed lung, two cracked ribs, a broken arm, and two broken legs…Why do you think it happened to me?” The nurse looks back at him, startled by the sudden question.

“I-I…I don’t know…But, Minho, maybe you could try starting physical therapy. I’ve seen how much Taekwondo means to you. So maybe…” The nurse trails off when he closes his eyes.

“You were there. You heard the doctor say I would never be able to properly use my legs again.”

Sun Changmin

His footsteps are light, something you’d expect from a dancer. He knows he needs to hurry, but the nostalgia mixed with guilt make him feel like he’s suffocating. His old dance school, a place filled with memories, both wonderful and awful. Maybe one day the dance academies would forgive him. Maybe one day he’d forgive himself. He shakes his head, messing up his black hair and trying to focus. There’s one thing he came for, to see his old dance studio. Concentrating on finding the studio, he doesn’t realize there’s movement coming from underneath a closed door a few feet in front of him. The door suddenly opens and a woman steps out. He freezes, recognizing his old contemporary teacher. She freezes, recognizing her former student, someone she didn’t want to see again.

“Don’t move Changmin. If you run, you’ll only make it worse.” He slowly raises his arms, showing no harm is meant.

“I’m sorry.” The apology is meant for more than just trespassing. Her mouth keeps its grimace while she reaches for her phone.

“Hello? Yes, I’ve just caught someone trespassing. We’re at the Jonchaek Dance Academy.”

Kim Seungtae

He should be working at the hospital. But his grandfather wanted to talk to him at the station. Technically, he should be glad that someone cares about him. After his rich parents disowned him for dropping out of school, his grandparents where the only ones who really helped him. He still got texts from his parents harassing him to take back his education. Somehow they didn’t understand, that what he really wanted was time to write his book. In the meantime he earned money by working at the Jonchaek Hospital, basically reading stories to kids and trying to cheer people up. The door to the Station was right in front of him. He groaned inwardly and grabbed the handle, pushing the door open.


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Love Myself

The note cards were in my hand, but I would not need them.
“I could talk about so many different problems in the world. But there is one problem that affects us all. We don’t love ourselves. I gave all the love in my heart to others, waiting for happiness. But I was wrong. I have started accepting myself for who I am. Why change just because society wants me to? I love everything about me: my style, my height, my hair. I know it’s easier to judge than to love. But please, realize that nothing is wrong with you.”


Short Story, under 100 words

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To love,

and be loved.

Read what I write.

Maybe you’ll be saved.


Accept you have faults.

Accept they do too.

Don’t be a false.


Listen to what they say.

Listen, you aren’t always right.

Sit down and stay.


Trust what they say.

Trust goes both ways.

Believe what he or she says.


Stay and help rebuild.

Stay and talk it out.

Stay and have no doubt.


Hey guys, this is another type of poem called a Didactic, it is a kind of poem that gives you instructions. Hope you all have a great day.

Lots Of Love

The Little Penguin



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Diamante: Life & Death

Life & Death


delicate, fragile,

giving , loving, warming,

happy, bright, dark, scary,

frightening, abandoning, ending,

cold, calm,



Heyo, this is a style of poem called a Diamante. If you would like to know more about this poem form, please check out:

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Thoughtful and caring

They love and support

and cheer you up



So this is another type of poem called a Cinquain. The format for the Cinquain can be:

Line 1: Noun
Line 2: Description of Noun
Line 3: Action
Line 4: Feeling or Effect
Line 5: Synonym of the initial noun.

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Dancing my heart out tonight.

Anxiousness I feel for the world is fading.

Never looking back and just forgetting.

Counting the steps I should take.

Imagining myself on the stage.

Nothing matters else matters now.

Goodbye, the dream fades and I’m back.


So, I’m trying to go through different types of poems. This is an Acrostic Poem, where you start each line with the letter from the title it corresponds to. How do you think I did?



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Life and Death

My name is Neveah. I am the goddess of life, the one who creates people to live in this world. Ashley is death, and I mean it literally. She is the one who takes the living and turns them into the dead. The world is balanced because of us.  Without us doing our job, the world becomes unstable, it starts crumbling.
I have shoulder length blonde hair and bright blue eyes, I usually wear a plain white dress. Ashley on the other hand…she has long black hair and stormy purple eyes, the bottom of her black dress is made of raven feathers. The two of us have a throne on Mt. Olympus, along with the other gods. Ashley isn’t very welcome up there, but the gods tolerate her for me. But, let’s get on with the story, shall we?
It was a normal day, I had to make one more human and then I would finish my duties for the week, well, aside from taking care of the mortals. Sometimes, my hand may accidentally slip. So I will apologize if you are either incredibly awkward or something like that. After I created a beautiful blonde girl with brown eyes and a lot of kindness in her heart, I went up to Olympus. My Olympian family does not get along very well. We have fights, Zeus even stripped Aphrodite of her godly powers once. Honestly, that one was pretty funny.
“Good morning Hera!” I waved to the jealous goddess. She could have turned out much nicer if she wouldn’t have been married to Zeus. But don’t tell them I said that. She looked up from her magazine and gave me curt nod. My best friends are Athena, Artemis, and Ashley, the goddesses that don’t like to get involved in those petty godly fights. I walked in to find that Ashley wasn’t at the table, but then again, she almost never comes to dinner. After taking my seat between Hera and Artemis, I dug into my food.
“So, Neveah, can I ask you something?” Asked Zeus, in a dangerously calm manner. I gulped and slowly shoved away my plate.
“Sure, why not?” I asked nervously. I liked attention, but not this kind. Everyone was staring at me and I wanted to merge with my seat.
“Have you finished your work for the week?” He asked.
“Yes, I have.” I replied curtly, not wanting him to ask me any more questions. I was kind of upset about today. Ashley had ditched me and not gone to the mall (yes, we go to the mall, but in our human forms). She sent a brief message by Raven Messaging, it said that she had some important underworld things to do, I thought it was kind of weird because she usually apologizes in person…but whatever. I started thinking about what kind of person I would create next week…maybe someone who would grow up to be a doctor.
“Neveah?” asked Artemis, waving her hand in front of my face.
“What?” I asked, frowning in confusion.
“You spaced out, again.” Aphrodite said, with all the hate she could muster. For some reason, Aphrodite seemed to be very happy when she was either humiliating me or making traps for me to fall into.
“Oh, sorry, did you ask anything?” I asked as innocently as I could, which annoyed Aphrodite to no end.
“Yes, we asked if Ashley is okay.” Aphrodite said through gritted teeth. I hummed while deep in thought, searching for any hints Ashley could have given me. I remembered that she had looked terrible two days ago, when I last saw her. Her hair was awfully disheveled and her eyes had rings around them like a raccoon, which made them stand out from her paler-than-normal skin. When I asked her about it she just said she had a long day and wasn’t feeling to good.
“Well, now that you mention it…she didn’t look like she was feeling well.” I said, tapping my fingers to my jaw.
” If by that you mean she looked pale and dead, she always looks like that.” Replied Aphrodite smugly. I glared at her and was about to respond but Athena interrupted me,
“Break it up you two.  Maybe Ashley was just sick, keep an eye on her Neveah.” I nodded and Aphrodite huffed.
“I’ll go check on her tomorrow if she doesn’t show up. In the meantime, it’s been a long day and i’m ready for bed.”  I said and stretched, everyone said goodnight while I headed to my room.
“NEVEAH!” I quickly sat up, banging my head against Aphrodite’s.
“NO!” She wailed, clutching her forehead, ” Now i’m going to have a purple bruise! My face is going to be ugly!” I smirked,
“Well, then the bruise makes no difference.” Aphrodite growled, but then seemed to give up.
“Zeus sent me to get you, he seems really angry. Guess you’re in trouble.” She said the last part in a sing-song voice. I trudged to the dining room, not bothering to change out of my white pajamas. Honestly, I am not the happiest person if someone wakes me up. I shoved open the door and stormed in.
“You called?” I grumbled, giving Zeus a mocking bow. Hera snickered but then quickly shut up when Artemis gave her a hard stare. I took a seat and ate my breakfast, trying to ignore all the weird looks everyone was giving me. I did not succeed,
“So something is obviously going on, anyone care to tell me what it is?” Everyone fidgeted, but Poseidon finally spoke up,
“No one died.” I stared at him,
“Run that by me again.”
“Ashley’s job is bring people to the world of the dead. No. One. Died.” Zeus repeated.
“Neither today nor yesterday evening.”
“So where do you think Ashley went?” I asked.
“We have no idea, but you’re the only one who talks to her. So…” Replied Apollo and pointed to the door.
“If you’d like, Athena and I can help you.” Offered Artemis. I shook my head and left the room. Ashley takes her job very seriously, nothing like this has ever happened. I decided to go down and visit Hades and Persephone, maybe they had noticed something. I teleported to the door of their castle and then stormed in.
“Hades! Persephone!” I called, finally reaching the throne room. Hades seem like he could care less about me being there but Persephone immediately jumped down from her throne.
“Neveah! It’s been a while.” She hugged me and kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, hey, I don’t have much time. Have you guys seen Ashley?” Hades looked at me, suddenly interested.
“We thought Ashley was with you.” He replied, “she said she was going to the mall with you…two days ago.” I stared at him.
“No, she never came to the mall. She sent a note by Raven Mail.” Hades glared at me.
“And you didn’t find that a bit suspicious?” He asked harshly. I crossed my arms and snapped back.
“Well sorry, I don’t question everything my friend does.” I glared while Hades got up from his chair, ready to say something. But Persephone shot him a look that could wilt all her mother’s crops. He sat back down, grumbling all the way.
“I rea-” Persephone was interrupted my someone running into the throne room. Hades sighed and looked at the guard skeleton standing in front of him.
“I swear Gene, if it’s another false alarm.” He said, sounding exasperated. The skeleton, Gene, bowed clumsily and answered.
“No sir, I have a letter for you and Miss. Neveah.” He handed me the letter and scurried out of the room. I was left holding a pink envelope, which said: To Neveah and Hades in beautiful, curly, handwriting.  I opened it, took out the letter, and started reading.
“Neveah and Hades, there is no use trying to look for Ashley. You will never find her. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. And that is because I hate you two and enjoy seeing you two so frustrated and annoyed. Especially you Neveah.” I glared at the letter, which was not a good idea, because it burst into flames. I dropped it and watched it burn on the castle floor.
“So…who would kidnap a goddess?” Asked Persephone, Hades turned red and looked away.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean it that way!” Said Persephone, hugging him. I stifled a laugh but then went serious.
“Well, i’m thinking it had to be a god or goddess. I mean, Ashley is not easy to catch unguarded.” Persephone nodded and then added.
“So, who hates you guys?”
“Everyone.” Replied Hades.
“That’s not true.”
“You’re right, almost everyone.”
“Alright, everyone but three people. One of which is my wife.” Persephone got a tick in her eye, and I had the feeling she wanted to say something else but held her tongue.
“To narrow it down better, how about the people who hate me?” I asked. We all stood there for a couple of minutes, thinking.
“Aphrodite.” We all said at the same time.
“But she’s way too lazy and sticks to mean insults.” I said, but then an idea popped in my head.
“Cupid isn’t though.” Persephone looked at me thoughtfully.
“You’re right. But we can’t just go to Mount Olympus and accuse her.”
“Especially not me.” Muttered Hades. Persephone rolled her eyes.
“I have an idea.” I grinned and told them what I had planned.
——– Time Skip —————
We appeared at the entrance of the dining hall a half an hour later. By we, I meant Persephone and me. Before we left, I had smudged my clothes with dirt, tangled my hair, and used some of Persephone’s makeup to make bags under my eyes. Persephone stormed in, I think Hades showed her how, and I dragged along behind her. Some of the other gods were here, they usually hang out during the day and then they go home. Among them was Nike, Nemesis, and Hestia. They were sitting around the table eating lunch, along with the usual gods and goddesses. However, they all stopped when they saw me.
“You didn’t find her?” Asked Hera, looking me up and down. I rolled my eyes at her.
“Did you figure that out by yourself?” Hera’s eyes widened and everyone was quiet, even Zeus looked up from his food.
“What?” I demanded. Zeus and everyone else started muttering words like nothing and never mind, then going back to their food. I made room for Persephone next to me, and we both sat down at the table.
“Hey, did you hear?” I asked Persephone.
“There is this really disrespectful girl, she was supposed to die yesterday. But since Neveah is gone, she has gotten a couple of last insults in, especially about Aphrodite.” I tilted my head slightly, looking if Aphrodite was listening. And to my satisfaction, she was.
“What do you mean by insults?”
“I mean that she seriously insulted Aphrodite. She said Aphrodite was a useless goddess. And that her grandmother had better fashion sense.” I heard the noise of a chair scraping across the floor and clattering to the ground. When I looked at Aphrodite’s direction, I saw an angry, but somehow still beautiful, goddess who was digging her nails into the table.
“What?!” She growled, low and threateningly.
“Yea-” The door slammed open, stopping Persephone and revealing a very ragged, very aggravated goddess of death. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Ashley stormed up to Aphrodite’s direction. But to my surprise, her fury was directed to the goddess next to Aphrodite. Nemesis.
“You idiot.” Ashley threw Nemesis’ dishes to the floor, shoving her face closer.
“You made me get even more behind on my work and I also do not enjoy being tied up in a cell!” Even though Nemesis looked scared, she still stood up and looked Ashley in the eyes.
“You ruined my chance at revenge by killing that one mortal before I could torture her.”
“It was her time, Nemesis. I have a job to do and I can’t do it when I am kidnapped!” The last word came out as a shout.  Ashley straightened her back and looked around, her eyes finally setting on Zeus.
“I want her to be stripped of her powers for a year.” Everybody held their breath, waiting for his answer.
“Let’s take a vote, those who want Nemesis to stay raise your hands.” Nike, Hestia, and Ares raised their hands.
“And those who want her punished?” Everyone else raised their hands.
“Then it’s decided, Nemesis will spend a year as a mortal.” Zeus pointed one finger at Nemesis and she disappeared.
“Guess it wasn’t Aphrodite after all was it.” I whispered.
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No Excuses

There are no excuses,

for how the world is acting.

For those who leave the bruises.

For those who are attacking.


For those who spread lies,

those who blame.

They ignore the outcries,

and should live in shame.


So I ask all of you,

can’t you see?

What you really do?

How we flee?


We say we will not,

cannot, make a difference.

When we really ought,

to point out the ignorance.

That we all live in.

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The Happy Penguin Writes

So, I just read a poem from an absolutely amazing blog composed of young writers, TheHappyPenguinWrites:


And it was called Changed (Here’s a sample, please click on the link to read the rest!):

Changed By The Happy Penguin Writes (All rights go to this blogger.)


To make meet ends

Kind hearted and so sweet

Some of the best people I’ll ever meet

They know who they are

The ones who dont admit their big hearts

The ones with the scars

The ones who try too hard

The Christians

The ones who listens

The distant girls

The ones across the world

The ones who are broken

But give me hope

The ones who can barely get through the days

But supports and encourages my ways

The girl who shares the same past as I

The girl with the heavy eyeliner on her eyes

The girl Ive never seen but knows all my secrets

The girl who shows never-ending kindness

The sisters I never thought I’d meet

The little girl with camo shoes on her feet

The 2 best friends who are so kind

The boy who is always on my mind

The girl who is broke and sad

The girl who is never mad

The one who prayed for me time after time

The one who has never lied

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The Whisper

Help me.” Whispered a voice in my ear. I tripped on thin air, getting some weird looks from the people enjoying the farmers market and my best friend, Rosalinda Picone. Rosalinda came from Milan, Italy and had the accent to prove it. She narrowed her golden-brown eyes at me, her red-dyed hair making her look even more intimidating.

“What in the world was that?” She asked, her accent sliding in and out. I tried to avert my green eyes and look somewhere else, but it was impossible when I knew she was glaring at my blonde hair. I finally turned around and answered,

“I swear I heard something.” Rosalina looked at me and tapped her perfectly manicured black nails to her temple.

“Ay Kate. You’re going nuts.” Said Rosalina, dramatically shaking her head, I smacked her arm, almost causing her to topple over due to her thin frame.

Help me.” The voice was clear and sounded like a young girl, I was more prepared for it this time and sharply turned around, accidentally whipping my hair into Rosalinda’s face. After searching to make sure there was no one following me, I turned back to Rosalinda. Her arms were crossed and she stared at me, her hip jutting out to one side in a sassy position.

“I don’t know what is going on with you, but I know food always makes you feel better so let’s go.” Said Rosalinda rolling her eyes. I smiled sheepishly and followed her to a restaurant nearby. The moment we walked inside I heard the voice again.

Help me.” The voice sounded louder and more desperate. I could feel the sorrow and helplessness coming from the voice, as if I were whoever was crying out for help. We walked inside and the smell of food hit me instantly. It smelled like bacon, pancakes, and eggs. I smiled and Rosalinda saw it.

“I knew this would make you feel better.” We got a booth by the window and the waitress gave us the menu.

“What are you planning on getting?” Asked Rosalinda. She was looking at the menu and wrinkling her nose. Rosalinda was trying to adapt to bacon, pancakes, and eggs instead of cornetto or fette biscottate.

Colazione in the U.S. is so fatty and makes me so full.” Complained Rosalinda, I assumed Colazione meant breakfast. But honestly, I had no idea.

“I guess i’ll have the peppermint chocolate pancakes.” I said and Rosalinda scrunched her nose up.

“It’s too early for chocolate peppermint.” She then looked over her menu one more time and finally decided.

“I’ll have some coffee and oatmeal with toast.” The waitress came by after a couple of minutes and took our orders.

Help me.” I stiffened slightly but stopped myself from looking around.

“Are you seriously okay?” Asked Rosalinda, her face showing concern.

“I’m fine.” I said, trying for a fake smile.

“Don’t lie to me ragazza.” Rosalinda said, shaking her head. I immediately registered the word ragazza as the italian word for girl. Lying to Rosalinda is absolutely impossible, and I figured that one out the hard way.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, maybe splash some water on my face.” I stood up and headed to the bathroom.

“Kate,” Rosalinda called after me and I turned around, “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Don’t worry, thank you though.” She smiled at me and I headed into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door. I splashed water on my face, forgetting that I had put on mascara today in the morning. I cleaned my face and looked up at the mirror. But I wasn’t alone. Behind me stood a girl, she had long hair tied back with a bow, a long dress, and she looked to be around nine. The weirdest thing was that she was completely gray, not an ounce of color in her. I turned around and expected to see her behind me, but there was no one. I looked back into the mirror and all I saw was my reflection.

“Stop freaking yourself out.” I scolded quietly. My mascara was no longer on my face, but my hands. I tried grabbing the bar of soap to wash my hands but it slipped and landed on the floor. I looked under the sink and almost screamed. There was the ghost girl, curled in a ball…crying?

“Are you crying?” I asked, not sure if this was really happening or I was hallucinating. She looked at me and whispered two words,

“Help me.” I took a step back, almost hitting my head on the sink. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

“What do you need help with?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t getting myself into a huge mess. The girl uncurled herself and looked at me.

“Do you know what this was before a restaurant?” She asked me.

“Land? Grass?” I asked and she shook her head.

“It was a big house. My home. My mom and my dad and my 4 siblings lived here with me.” The girl said wistfully, “They all moved on already.” My legs started aching so I sat down on the floor.

“And why haven’t you moved on yet?” I asked her. She smiled, but her eyes didn’t match her mouth.

“I made a promise to my best friend. And I need  to keep it. But I need help.” The girl replied sadly.

“What is your name?” I asked.


“Well then, Julia, I will try to help you.” I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.

“You promise?” She asked, as if not trusting that I was really going to help her.

“I promise.” I said, “Now, what do I have to do?” Julia moved and I saw a small door carved into the wall.

“Inside this door is a book. Do not open it. My friend did, and she was not the same. Not until the day she died with me in this house. She made me promise to burn this book. I can’t get to it, my hand goes right through whatever I touch.” Julia said. I opened the door in the wall while she sat next to me. There was a thin black book. It had a cloth latch and writing on the top.

“The Book of Death.” I read and Julia shrunk back.

“What exactly does this book do?” I asked, trying to resist the urge to open it.

“It tells you the day you die and how.” Answered Julia, my urge diminished.

“So if I burn this book. You’re free to join your family?” I asked and Julia nodded.

“What about the fire sprinklers?” I took the lighter out of my bag.

“I’ve been here ever since they opened this restaurant and they never put fire sprinklers in this bathroom.” Answered Julia, grinning with excitement. I turned on the lighter and brought the flame towards the book. I held it for a bit while the fire spread, but I threw it in the sink before it could burn me.

“You have no idea how many people I have tried to convince to help me.” Julia, stared at the fire. Soon the only sign that there had ever been a book, was the ashes. I turned on the faucet and the water washed away the remains of the thing that was anchoring Julia to this world. I turned around, to say something but Julia was gone…I hoped she would be alright. I walked back to my table, feeling much better.

“There you are! Your foods getting cold.” Said Rosalinda. “All better?” She asked.

“All better.” I answered, smiling. After taking a seat, I dug into my pancakes and hoped Rosalinda didn’t ask too many questions.

“At least you’re okay now.” Said Rosalinda, sipping her coffee. But then a voice spoke. Not Julia’s, not any voice I had ever heard before. The voice was not human.

You haven’t gotten rid of me yet.”  But the voice that followed was even worse.

“Help me!”



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