Oh, how fun! Imagine a child suddenly speaking another language, out of the blue, like that - that would really be mind-boggling! What a great explanation for something like that happening.
Whoa, I loved that! Your writing is so perfect, and this story is way enjoyable! I love stories like this that are set in present day reality. It makes you think that extraordinary things like this could actually happen! ^_^ I should visit Sunday Scribblings more.
I enjoyed the light-hearted innocence in this piece--Sapphire's voice is engaging, and she drew me straight in to the piece. I especially enjoyed seeing her experience (while not fully understanding) adolescence with Brimstone.
Very thought provoking post, very thought provoking. There ain't nuttin worse than having a freaky ghost as an enemy. Can't harpoon em', can't boom a slingshot through em', not even a cannonball for that matter. It just sails right through em' like a dainty breeze. I had one ghost in my old house down on 53rd that use to try and cover my eyes whenever I was driving or trying to ride my bicycle anywhere. I had to stop driving and bicycling. The only way you can get back at a ghost really is to find out what its favorite foods were when it was alive and then buy a bunch of that crap and eat it all day non-stop driving the little ghost buggy insane cuz thats one thing the old farts don't have- tongues and taste buds!
The cyber wind brought me here today, and wow, am I grateful for that! Going to go through all of your posts now, unless of course, being a ghost myself, something happens and I am elsewhere :)
I'm a writer & artist. I live in Portland, Oregon with my husband Jim (also an artist) and our small daughter, Clementine Pie. My novels are Dreamdark: Blackbringer, Dreamdark: Silksinger, and Lips Touch, which was a finalist for the 2009 National Book Award. My next novel, Daughter of Smoke and Bone (Little, Brown) will be out September 27, 2011. I believe our dreams are REAL THINGS, not wisps and air, and it is our job in this life to make them come true, because no one else will do it for us, and because this is our one and only "wild & precious life"!
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Oh, how fun! Imagine a child suddenly speaking another language, out of the blue, like that - that would really be mind-boggling! What a great explanation for something like that happening.
this is brillaint, so imaginative
Grin! Awesome!
Wow, terrific piece. And speaking of imagination -- is your middle name Sapphire, perhaps? =*)
This really puts the rest of us to shame! It was utterly delightful. If I'm a ghost before you are, I'll be sure to haunt you.
That was super fun! Thanks for the post. :)
Oh, WOW.
This is really, really good, Laini.
I loved this, every single word! Very well written!
I.Love.It. So much! This could be a big long story...
Do you mind of I print it off and send it to my brother? He has a thing for ghosts, and needs good things to read. ;)
:)
Ooh, I love this story! Thanks for posting it here.
pure enjoyment --- you are soooo talented!!!!
Whoa, I loved that! Your writing is so perfect, and this story is way enjoyable! I love stories like this that are set in present day reality. It makes you think that extraordinary things like this could actually happen!
^_^
I should visit Sunday Scribblings more.
I enjoyed the light-hearted innocence in this piece--Sapphire's voice is engaging, and she drew me straight in to the piece. I especially enjoyed seeing her experience (while not fully understanding) adolescence with Brimstone.
Very thought provoking post, very thought provoking. There ain't nuttin worse than having a freaky ghost as an enemy. Can't harpoon em', can't boom a slingshot through em', not even a cannonball for that matter. It just sails right through em' like a dainty breeze. I had one ghost in my old house down on 53rd that use to try and cover my eyes whenever I was driving or trying to ride my bicycle anywhere. I had to stop driving and bicycling. The only way you can get back at a ghost really is to find out what its favorite foods were when it was alive and then buy a bunch of that crap and eat it all day non-stop driving the little ghost buggy insane cuz thats one thing the old farts don't have- tongues and taste buds!
The cyber wind brought me here today, and wow, am I grateful for that! Going to go through all of your posts now, unless of course, being a ghost myself, something happens and I am elsewhere :)
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