Ghost.X

Heres something I wrote up one night when I felt like writing something and I developed this idea. Then I wrote the second half a couple weks later. I had a little humor in mind. I plan on finishing it whenever I get around to it.




Pleased with what he has written, Collin closed his writing book and placed it in his back pack then placed the pack to his side. “This story is really going somewhere.” he said to himself, “A publisher will eat this up once I submit the Manuscript, then we‘ll see what my creative writing teacher has to say!”. Collin chuckled at the idea, not that it was the first, nor last of peculiar musings.

He had short, black, mistreated hair, a face of no particular concern, and the body of an adolescent teenager. He wore his navy blue school uniform with black dress shoes, dress pants, and a white dress shirt. His jacket being tossed to his side. With his mind free, Collin relaxed his body against the tree with his legs carelessly placed outward on the grass. The color, and the sun was quite perceiving. The tree provided shade for him, not that it really made a difference. He was in the field of the school yard, well fashioned with trees, green fields and cobblestone walkways.

He observed the others, if he can call them that, he wouldn’t recognize any of them, walking along the paths of the school court, gathering around certain areas, eating, conversing, laughing and…is that a martian?

Collin’s face became twisted with enigma. “Well that’s certainly out of place.” he said to himself.

“Hey Collin!” came the jovial voice of an unwelcome girl. Collin, regretfully interrupted from his solitude, turned his head to spot Roslyn, happily skipping to his position under his tree. She was also in her school uniform, with her fashionable additions of course, such as colorful ironed patches and collaborative jewellery. She pranced elegantly, yet carelessly, as her hips were swinging, her skirt was flapping, revealing things he’d rather not be seeing right now. Her long multi-shaded brown hair, in two ponytails were flopping around as her head bopped left and right. She fitted right in the scene of chattering teens and sunshine. Finally, she ended her dance with a revealing twirl as she stopped right beside Collin in the shade of the tree.

“Tah-dah!” She cried as spirit sparkled in the eyes of her delicate, yet flamboyant face while throwing her arms out in demonstrative appeal.

“I thought pink wasn’t you’re color” said Collin.

“What?”

“Never mind, anyways what do you want?” demanded Collin.

“Oh you’re so uptight!” she stuck her head out in a teasing bob. “Oh, and is this scene not out of place for you? I can understand a nice sunny day under the shade of a tree to match any romanticizing poet. But the happy people, talking, eating lunch, being normal? Seems rather spontaneous for the likes of you!” Roslyn nudged Collin with her elbow in teasing delight.

“I prefer to vary my environment” said Collin. Of course, anything would beat musky air and humming engines.

“Oh yeah, what were you writing?” Roslyn quickly snatched Collin’s notebook out of his back pack.

“Hey I didn’t say…” there really wasn’t anything else Collin can do unless he wanted to have a game of catch me if you can.

Roslyn’s eyes quickly perused the words. Then laughed explicitly upon it’s completion. She slapped the notebook against her hands as she said “As to be expected from our great writer, almost painful to read but towards the work of hysterical irony is genius.”

Angrily, Collin snatched the notebook back out of her hands. “There was no intended irony, nor any real humor. Obviously your blatant reading skills are not refined enough for my work. This story is intended for those of real intelligence, to whom can really appreciate it’s purpose.”

“I don’t know why I put up with you’re arrogance” said Roslyn, “By the way I was looking all over for you, the bell is about to ring and we have creative writing this block.”

“You should know I’m always here during lunch time.”

“Yeah, but when I saw this happy scene of teens, I just couldn’t picture you in it. And is that a Martian!”

“Yeah, I need to report that, he’s out of place.”

At that, the boring monotone ring of the school bell sounded and the autonomous announcements were made. Suddenly, the scene around them became blurred, the whole world dissolved around them and the voices of the chattering teens became distorted until it was all gone, leaving only the flat box of a room in which the two students stood. Collin put back on his navy blue school jacket, and slung his back pack over his shoulder after putting his notebook back in it.

Roslyn , who was already standing by the dilating door smiled and waved Collin over, “C’mon, time to go to class!”

“So what are we going to write about huh?” said Roslyn optimistically.
The Collaborative writing project, some ingenious project set by Collin’s creative writing teacher. They were to write a story with a partner. Roslyn, being the ever so exuberant, and boisterous person she is, immediately proclaimed Collin her partner. Collin was a little annoyed, but he knew there really wasn’t anyone else to be his partner for this project if he wanted to avoid awkward moments with anyone else.

“I’ll just let you pick the topic, I just want to get through with this” said Collin.
“Aw, your so boring. C’mon you like writing, you’d think you would know an idea or two in that head of yours.” said Roslyn.

Collin was annoyed with working with others. He won a writing contest a few years ago which was proclaimed the best writing for his age, why should I need to work with someone else to write something? It’s just an annoyance to have to deal with someone else while trying to make a great work.

“How about we just adapt a work of Shakespeare to modern times,” said Collin, “Throw Macbeth into political sabotage. That way we don’t have to come up with anything in particular. You write your half, I’ll write mine.”

“C’mon you’re just trying to avoid me. Do you think I’m stupid?” Collin didn’t answer, “Ok, just because I‘m not afraid to express myself with fashion, and I have a care free spirit doesn’t mean I‘m a dumb blonde! You of all people should at least see that much in me!”

Collin was quite surprised by her outburst. It just isn’t very often you see Roslyn’s flamboyant personality get angry. But he had to admit he was pushing her tolerance.

“Ok I’m sorry, I just prefer to work alone. Sharing ideas isn’t my thing.” said Collin apologetically. “So what kind of setting shall we have?” It was then that the bell rang, it was time to go to our next, and last class of the day.

“And not a moment too soon huh?” said Roslyn. She grabbed her ‘cute little bag’ and books and was off without a cute ‘bye, see you after school.’ But then she stopped at the door before leaving Collin’s sight and turned with a forced smile. “I’ll see you after school kay.” then she left.

She would forgive him, as awkward as their relationship may be, they respected and cared for each other, it was never spoken, it was just there. They became friends under forced circumstances, but was made all the stronger. He wouldn’t say it, or even think it, but he would be glad to see her after school again.

“Collin, may I have a word with you?” said Collins teacher. He was young compared to other teachers, and he was popular among students, and earned praise by young flirty girls, and he hardly registered any of Collins respect. Collin slung his back pack over his shoulder and walked up to the teacher who was sitting on the front of his desk, waiting for him.

“So how is you’re project with Roslyn working out? I know you two are good friends.” said the teacher.

“Fine, just fine,” Collin replied flatly, “Can I go now?”

“I was a little worried you might have some trouble working with someone else. I think this is a good opportunity to improve you’re writing. By sharing you’re…”

Collin abruptly cut him off “Are you saying I’m not a good writer!”

“No Collin, not at all, but you can’t be a perfect writer. A writer can never know too much. I think you should be a little more open. This way, you can understand, and learn more. Understanding is one of the writers attributes.”

“Listen teacher, I don’t need you’re preaching,” said Collin, “I won an annual writing contest a couple years ago I’m sure you’re aware.”

“I don’t doubt you have talent Collin, but that was good grade nine writing. You should have learned a lot since then, and please call me Frederick”

Collin heard enough, he left the classroom without another word.




Collin never did like Socials class much. History and politics just bore him. Every once in a while however he will hear an interesting story. This would in turn spawn way to even more stories in his mind. The fear of nuclear missiles back in the post WWII era and the Cuban Missile Crisis gave him ideas of the possibility that nuclear war would break out; making way for WWIII. Since this was before the reformation of the U.N. back in 2086, the world would not be able to handle nuclear fallout, and so the world would enter a stage of post nuclear war where civilization and order was decimated. “Interesting idea, I should write it.” Collin said to himself.

Suddenly, the whole class bursted out in laughter. Collin, made suddenly aware of his surroundings, noticed some students were falling out of their chairs, and the Teacher tapping her feet, was cross armed in disappointment.

“Collin, how could you trivialize the slaughter in Tokyo prior to the U.N. reformation! I am utterly disappointed in you!”

“What!” yelled Collin! “I didn’t trivialize anything!”

“Leave! Just leave, I don’t want to hear it anymore!”

The class was still in hysterical laughter when Collin packed his books and left.




Collin was standing under a lamp post on the sidewalk when the final bell rang. It wasn’t very long before students were pouring out of the doors. With similar uniforms, it wasn’t very easy to differentiate them other then by there general size, hair color, and gender. Before long, the scene was hardly any different from his hologram simulation other then his frame of reference.

“Hey Collin!”

It was fairly routine, Collin looked in Roslyn’s direction and spotted…who the hell is that!

Before Collin had any time to react, three students ran up to him, two male, and one female who was probably the one who called his name. They looked somewhat familiar but he couldn’t wrap his finger around it.

“Collin, I heard about what you said in Socials class, is it true?”

One of the males answered for her “Yeah, you should have seen it. The Teacher was asking him about the Tokyo slaughter then…”

“I wasn’t asking you!” snapped the girl.

Suddenly it came to him; this is the trio he sees Roslyn hanging out with sometimes.

“Well…yeah I…”

“Wow really!” said the girl, “Man you must have some real balls to do that, especially with Ms. Quera, she’s soo strict!”

The three stood there, waiting for a response from Collin, but he really didn’t know what to make of this.

“Say, aren’t you the guy who won that teenage annual Thrillhart award a couple years back?” asked the other male in a tone much more formal then the other male.

“Why yes, that was…”

“Wow!” the three simultaneously cut him off in anxious enthusiasm. Why do people do that so often?

The girl quickly grabbed Collin’s hand and grasped it in her own, “We would be honored if you were to attend a workshop with us! You see, we’re writers too! We hope to be able to become pros one day.”

Without any real warning, Roslyn ran into the scene, stopping just by the foursome. Collin pulled his hands out of the girls grasp.
“Hey, what’s up.” Roslyn said.

“We were just asking Collin to join our writing workshop today.”

“Who? Collin? Really?” said Roslyn enigmatically.

“Yeah, want to come along? We’re meeting at my place to exchange manuscripts.”

“Ok! I can dig up a short story to present. Collin always has one on him.”

“Perfect, let’s go!”

The girl ran up to the transportation panel and called a ride. Before long a smooth oval shaped car speeded up by the road along a rail and stopped just by the group of students. The smooth, curved, glass panel on the car opened vertically and she jumped in, followed by the two males. Roslyn grabbed Collin’s hand and pulled him towards the car.

“Come on, lets go” said Roslyn.

“Hey wait, I didn’t agree to…” it was too late. Collin was pulled into the car and the five of them took off down the road towards oblivion.

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