Friday, July 18, 2008

The Ghost Carousel

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15 comments:

Anonymous said...

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.

Crafty Green Poet said...

this is brillaint, so imaginative

Heather said...

Grin! Awesome!

Anonymous said...

Wow, terrific piece. And speaking of imagination -- is your middle name Sapphire, perhaps? =*)

Granny Smith said...

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.

Debbie Barr said...

That was super fun! Thanks for the post. :)

Stephanie Perkins said...

Oh, WOW.

This is really, really good, Laini.

Unknown said...

I loved this, every single word! Very well written!

Amber said...

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. ;)

:)

Anonymous said...

Ooh, I love this story! Thanks for posting it here.

danni said...

pure enjoyment --- you are soooo talented!!!!

Anonymous said...

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.

Overeducated Twit said...

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.

Alex S said...

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!

Anonymous said...

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 :)