Young Writers Society

kcglitter wrote:I sat on a park bench watching the sunset like I do every day. My knees to my chincomma arms wrapped tightly around them as if I could find comfort in it. What is it? This was a bit odd... just saying. A pare of jeans hugging my legs and hips and a loose weight T-shirt. How I wish I could just go homecomma but what use would that be so now I am all alone waiting watching.that should be a question mark instead of a period.

The same women I see every day at the park walked bycomma her nose in another romance book. She needs a boyfriend commaThe thought should be in italics or something like that. I thought to my self. Instead of continuing to walk, like she always did, the women sat right onto of of shouldn't be there me comma pasting passing through me. I got up and sat down on the grassperiod, capitilize well well I guess you’ve noticed that I’m not exactly human period I’m I've been a ghost for 2 months now I’ve been one. I don’t really know what happenedcomma all I remember is the car going out of control and the car going over the brig bridge and into the water below.

So now all I do is watch as life goes on without me. No sad faces for the lost girl, no rain to wash away the tiers tears of the people who knew me nothing. I guess the world doesn’t care if you’re gone, the people of my home town shoresure as hell don’t.

I tried looking for the gate of heaven same kind of light comma but found nothing so then I thought that maybe I belong in hell so I looked, I have nothing else to look for so I thought why not, also nada. Don't overuse, so or go onto a run-on sentence! So I’m stake stuck on earth alone, are there other ghosts, yes but I try to stay away from them because there not exactly friendly looking. Well nether am I periodthere are cuts and burses bruises all over me and my hair and close clothes is are wet plus my skin is weight white and blue. But the ghosts I normally come across aren’t like me, a sole soul looking for heaven or hell, there they're sent here from hell. The devils little helpers dragging down the ones how have little hope and faith. That voice in the back of a person head that says do it she doesn’t disserve deserve to live or take the money they don’t need it.