Kilgore Trout

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 27, 2018

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 With a natural weapon of defence and superior dread of evil, I found lonely and sickened, a tortured Spirit.

 As night drew in, I approached the ingengenuity of its torture, breathing in defiance at the taunting of its glorious death.

 What a final deconstruction for the promise of it contemptuous life.

 In the midst of such turmoil and peril I observed the quickness of its eye and the consolation of its jovial features, as it sat. 

It only thwarted my every attempt at knee-knocking its unreflexed numb heart back into life. 

So, it was in my last angelic wing clapping footfall through stepping forward that I, awoke the Ghost.

 In that moment like a cricket trapped in the chimney, an unborn pariah with its chirping, became white noise. 

Hunting me down with a dismal exhaustive appointment, the Ghost, the Spirit, tries to upend a new body. 

Dissapointed, it returns back to its source only to haunt its way back toward acknowledgment again; one day but never more as important as this.

The day it made itself known.

 


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