A Ghost-Writer Finds The Spirit To Write

A Ghost-Writer Finds The, “Spirit” To Write

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va., there lived a really awesome author named Ms. Write. Ironically, she was an author. She loved writing stories since she would just let her impulse do the actual writing. When she finished and proof-read her stories and poems,it always seemed that she’d be surprised at how awesome her works were. She just let her hands do the writing. She wouldn’t even think about the words she wanted to say until the stories were done. That always impressed even her at that ability of writing things.

Her favorite kind of stories to write were the eerie ghost-stories that came so naturally to her. Yet since she was an on-fire, born-again, Spirit-filled, holly-rolling, Christian-believer child of the, King, she gave all the credit to God. She was a really strong Penticostal Christian who was filled with the Holy Ghost so she could speak in Tongues. Yet it puzzled her how anybody was able to speak without using their tongue. Once when she wanted to be a ghost at Halloween, she had a lot of trouble with the scissors and ended up making the sheet look more like cottage cheese, which made her cry, but her mother said, “Don’t cry, dear. You really do look like, ‘the Holy Ghost!” Even though she laughed at that crack, she wasn’t even the slightest bit amused.

Years later she wanted to be an author of scary stories, particularly involving ghosts. Her mom had explained that there was no such things as ghosts, but it didn’t keep her imagination from having some hay-days and running amuck through her brain. Yet many people tried to discourage her, telling her there was no future in just being an author, but she said, “I just want to write, I don’t want to, ‘auth.’ “ She’d laugh, but her family saw no humor in her statement.

Then one dark and stormy night, she got a severe case of writer's-block while sitting at her computer desk. After several minutes of sitting there with no inspirations, she noticed a peculiar mist had come into the room with her. As she watched the mist, it suddenly turned into a person, except she could see all the way through him. He smiled and floated over towards her. Her mouth opened to say, “Who are you?” but no sounds came out. Sensing her trouble with words,

“Don’t be afraid of me, Ms. Right.” the apparition said calmly, “I was sent down to this puny planet Earth to help you. Some ghosts are nice, like me. I’ve come to help you think of some topics to write about in your story. The big Guy said you needed some help getting started.”

“If you’ve come to help me,” replied Ms. Right, “exactly what can you do for me?”

“I have been sent down here to this puny, little plant so I can be your, ‘ghost-writer,’ since you do believe in ghosts, we are going to hit it off quite well. All you must do is believe, that’s the key, to have faith, and your faith is strong enough to tell all your mountains to be thou removed and be thou cast into the sea. Believe you receive the things you need, and you will get all of them. Trust in your faith. You know that’s the substance of things hoped for, the great evidence of things not seen. You were chosen since your faith in magic is quite high. That’s a great thing.”

By then the shape of Ms. Right’s mouth had just turned from an n shape into a u shape. In other words, the corners had changed direction so they were pointing north instead of south.

Ms. Rite was confused about the whole granting you the things you wish for stuff. That's when she said, “You mean that you have come down here just to visit me? Am I the only one you grant wishes to? I have never heard of anybody having that happen to them except in the story books my mom used to read me when I was just a wii tike. Now, let me guess this straight, you have come down to Earth from your great big planet somewhere else just to grant me a few requests? Now, am I understanding the rules to this game correctly? What’s the deal?”

“Of course, silly!” said the ghost, nudging her ribs. Good witches will deal with, ‘wish-crat.’ “

The ghost made Ms. Right float through the air, coming to rest in her computer chair. Then placing her fingers on the keyboard, they mysteriously began to type all by themselves. After several seconds she finally asked the weird apparition what was going on. Yet when she read the words on the screen, her mouth really changed from an n shape into a u shape. The appar- ition said after a few minute of her writing, “You don’t need my help any more, Ms. Right, or make that, ‘Ms. Write!’ ” smiled the specter. Then she vanished in a puff of smoke. When Ms. White read a few paragraphs of the story, she loved it. That's when she found a literary agent to find her the best publishers who wouldn’t charge her an arm-and-a-leg to publish her work. Besides, that would make it really difficult for her to walk and type. Anyway, she felt the specter wanted her to mail her work off to some literary agent who could find the best publisher for her particular style of writing, but after her first story was a real hit, that gave her the inspiration to write some more stories, except the keyboard did all the writing. Her first ebook was a hit, earning her a lot of money. After that, she had a very recognizable name. She quickly became a really well-known, wealthy author. It was all because of that one apparition who visited her and gave her the encouragement she needed. That was how she became quite well-known, not only in her community, but world-wide. It was because of that one specter who came to visit her and give her the encouragement she needed. She soon had guys contacting her, asking her out on dates. Eventually, she met the best guy, they dated a while, then he, “popped-it.” He soon became a really wealthy man, so he was able to buy his family everything they could have ever wanted in life. Even though the Word says, “The love of money’s the root of all evil,” he never worshiped money more than he loved the Lord, Who was actually the One Who was solely responsible for giving him the success he had throughout his time spent here on this old Earth, and so, as the best-written children’s stories of all-time will officially finish up with,

“THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!!”

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The end.

By, Cuz Roye.