Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 12-11-2013
Brianne looked out of her kitchen window, waving to Porter and his dog Zeke as they walked up the street. They paused very briefly and waved back, which made her smile. When they first moved in, she never saw them; then she saw them, but they never paused. Now, it was as if her family was finally accepted as a part of the town’s larger story. It felt good, although it was sad she’d never met them before they passed.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 31-10-2013
Peeps and Baxter came in from the backyard cowering in the corner and trembling with fear. “Aw, poor puppies!” Marie cooed. “I should have warned you that it’s Halloween and there are all kinds of kids wandering about!” As she finished, Brian came through the doorway to check on the dogs, stepping right through her. She’d been gone almost three years now.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 28-10-2013
“I wish my skin would clear up,” Devon said to his grandfather (the empty room). ‘It will, Son; just lay off the fried foods like we talked about and shower more often,’ said the kindly spirit at the foot of the bed. “And that Alice girl I like thinks I’m a dumbass, I’m pretty sure,” the boy continued. ‘You don’t know that; just be a gentleman, give it time, and watch your language,’ the ghost replied. “I miss you, Grandpa,” Devon finished, rolling over to sleep. ‘I’m right here; always was and always will be,’ the spirit whispered and patted the boy’s foot. Devon didn’t know exactly why, but talking to his grandpa just made him feel better – even if there really wasn’t anybody there.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 25-10-2013
The ghost teens attended Prom as well, styling spectacular clothes out of their ectoplasm and hearing the music from their own time coming out of the speakers. The living felt prickles of cold by the punch bowl and unexplained drafts which they promptly blamed on barely there evening wear, but the ghosts were oblivious to their effects. They did so like to cut a rug and, as a side benefit, they didn’t have to observe a certain amount of distance from each other.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 16-10-2013
1148 Emerson Street was ready to become an urban legend – ready for those unexplained drafts, flickering lights when there was no active electricity, and strange voices in rooms no longer occupied. 1148 was poised for haunted greatness … until Larry’s ghost showed up. A former professional handyman, Larry made sure the doors and windows sealed properly, the outlets were correctly polarized to prevent surges, and kept quiet to avoid alarming passing children. Resentful and a little hurt, 1148 waited (peacefully and all spruced up) for its next happy, living tenants.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 10-09-2013
“Look, kid, we like coming here, too,” the ghost explained, “for obvious reasons.” Kristy nodded. “All ghosts are natural photobombers,” it went on. “We get a huge kick out of it – probably because it’s a one in a zillion chance that anyone can actually see us.” “I won’t show the picture to anyone else,” Kristy said reassuringly. The ghost sighed with relief and floated off; she went out to join her mom. “What took you so long, Honey?” “Long line for the bathroom.” “Want to go through The Haunted Mansion again?” “Uh,” Kristy said after a pause, “no, I think I’m good.”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 07-09-2013
The new nurse was walking next to Dr Dzodze when he passed through a wall instead of using the open doorway; she screamed until the others came. Leili comforted her, escorting the shaking woman to the courtyard while someone made her a cup of tea. “We told you that many things are unusual here,” Leili soothed. “Dzodze is one of three doctors on staff that have continued working at the hospital after they passed. They are kind and skilled and the children love them.” “You have g-g-ghost d-d-doctors here?” the nurse sputtered. “Of course,” she replied with a smile. “Only the most compassionate come to this part of Africa and our needs are great.” The woman nodded and promised to get used to it. Leili hugged her gently, making a mental note to use the doorways like a living person for a while.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 20-07-2013
“We should be ghost busters!” she said, grinning over at him. “You mean like this: BEGONE!” he shouted, laughing. She popped out of sight in the doorway, then reappeared by the window. “Yes!” she squealed. “LEAVE THIS PLACE!” He turned to shadow and moved across the room as a cold spot to embrace her. “Success rate 100%!” she yelled to the abandoned house. People watching from the street might have seen a puff of air stir the heavy curtains.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 27-06-2013
Mischief sat on the edge of the bed, listening to Gary sigh loudly. She’d shift a bit, cross her dainty paws, survey the bedroom (all corners), and then look back at the boy, who was angrily jerking his Playstation 3 controller all over the place while complaining that he was bored to no one in particular. Mischief suddenly tensed and turned towards the bookshelf, her eyes fixed on something; Gary didn’t notice. “Honestly,” she purred with an eye roll, settling into a crouch, “I don’t understand how you can be bored with all of the ghosts in this room.”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 18-06-2013
After the summoning, the long night of interviewing began. In the end, Douglas decided to hire a team of 2 ghost writers who’d worked with the world’s greatest writers down through the centuries. “Byron was charming, we’ll give you that,” they chuckled, “but the guy couldn’t write a grocery list. We spun that poetry stuff for him while he was out chasing fast carriages and faster women.” Douglas smiled, relieved; he wanted to be a world famous novelist, but he wanted a life, too.