Free stories for all by Alison Cooklin
The girl stood pale and silent. The long brown hair lay wet and lank on her shoulders, threaded with twigs and clumped with mud. She looked real and yet there was something about her that chilled Molly to the bone. It was the dark, shadowed eyes that burned into Molly, as if reading her soul.
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Just as my toast popped up, all browned and ready for a layer of jam, the ghost popped up too. I don’t know who was more surprised. For just as I went to grab the toast, a old man materialised beside me at the table. I was a bit surprised and just held my knife, mid-air and dripping with jam, as I stared at the old chap. He seemed a bit flustered.
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