~Disclaimer~
No matter how much I wish I owned Thir13en Ghosts. (Or just Dennis, heh) I
don't. So no one sue me, okay? You wouldn't be able to expect much money.
~A/N~ Okay, your gonna think I'm crazy, but I actually had a story written and posted before this, on the same subject, but I deleted it, and wrote this instead. Insane? Maybe. But I'm a perfectionist, and it sucks. No matter what I write, I always think it's horrible. So please review it, and tell me the truth, 'cause I need to hear what other people think to be more open-minded of my stories. PS: The idea for this story came from a essay I had to do in school, I'll tell you more about that at the end of the chapter.
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"Life" by a Ghost
Intro: In a Psychic's Mind
Hey, how are you? I don't know you, but I think you know me. Maybe not as well as you might think you do though....... My name's Dennis, and yeah, I'm psychic. But I won't complain....much. But if I do, can you blame me? I've seen lots of things, amazing things as Cyrus would put it. But in my opinion, most of those 'amazing things' are, in fact, horrible. Maybe I'm wierd, but I don't see how a person's angry, tormented spirt can be called 'amazing'.
But that's Cyrus for you.
He could probably be called amazing himself, who else would dedicate their entire life to building a machine designed by the devil? Cyrus could probably be classified somewhere under 'psychotic' too, if you think about it. But,... the man had a purpose, you can't argue with that. Even if the purpose wasn't exactly....sane. He used to say that a great person was hard to come by, that they were rare, and that they would do anything to uphold their title, even if it meant sacrificing themselves, and everyone close to them...... I guess if Cyrus was still here he'd mock me, he'd say that I was pathetic. But I can deal with that, when you're psychic, you have to learn to trust your instincts. I still don't know if what I did was right, if it was just, and it's been a few years now. Maybe I'll figure it out someday.
Until then I believe I'll need to think it over. Wondering about things are natural. Like, I wonder if I lived my life the right way. Maybe you can judge that for me. Do you want to hear my life's story? I'm warning you, it's not short, it's not about a hero saving the world, or even himself for that matter, and it dosen't have a happy ending. But if your still here, maybe you'll listen, decide for me if my life was lived how it was supposed to, if it was ended out of justice, or out of bad luck and timing. Might as well start now, it's as good a time as any, I'm a ghost if you remember, a spirit, and I have as much time as your willing to give me................
~A/N~ Okay, there, the intro, it's short, I'll admit, but thats the way intros go, don'cha know. Now about what I was talking about above, I got the idea for this story from an essay I had to do in school. The essay was, we had to rewrite 'To Build A Fire' by Jack London, using the dog in the story as our 'first person'. In other words we needed to tell the story as if we were the dog. That's what I'm gonna do here, tell the whole story as if I was Dennis, so while you read this, forget about me, the author, pretend Dennis is really saying this, trust me, it'll make it sound better than me telling a story.
~A/N~ Okay, your gonna think I'm crazy, but I actually had a story written and posted before this, on the same subject, but I deleted it, and wrote this instead. Insane? Maybe. But I'm a perfectionist, and it sucks. No matter what I write, I always think it's horrible. So please review it, and tell me the truth, 'cause I need to hear what other people think to be more open-minded of my stories. PS: The idea for this story came from a essay I had to do in school, I'll tell you more about that at the end of the chapter.
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"Life" by a Ghost
Intro: In a Psychic's Mind
Hey, how are you? I don't know you, but I think you know me. Maybe not as well as you might think you do though....... My name's Dennis, and yeah, I'm psychic. But I won't complain....much. But if I do, can you blame me? I've seen lots of things, amazing things as Cyrus would put it. But in my opinion, most of those 'amazing things' are, in fact, horrible. Maybe I'm wierd, but I don't see how a person's angry, tormented spirt can be called 'amazing'.
But that's Cyrus for you.
He could probably be called amazing himself, who else would dedicate their entire life to building a machine designed by the devil? Cyrus could probably be classified somewhere under 'psychotic' too, if you think about it. But,... the man had a purpose, you can't argue with that. Even if the purpose wasn't exactly....sane. He used to say that a great person was hard to come by, that they were rare, and that they would do anything to uphold their title, even if it meant sacrificing themselves, and everyone close to them...... I guess if Cyrus was still here he'd mock me, he'd say that I was pathetic. But I can deal with that, when you're psychic, you have to learn to trust your instincts. I still don't know if what I did was right, if it was just, and it's been a few years now. Maybe I'll figure it out someday.
Until then I believe I'll need to think it over. Wondering about things are natural. Like, I wonder if I lived my life the right way. Maybe you can judge that for me. Do you want to hear my life's story? I'm warning you, it's not short, it's not about a hero saving the world, or even himself for that matter, and it dosen't have a happy ending. But if your still here, maybe you'll listen, decide for me if my life was lived how it was supposed to, if it was ended out of justice, or out of bad luck and timing. Might as well start now, it's as good a time as any, I'm a ghost if you remember, a spirit, and I have as much time as your willing to give me................
~A/N~ Okay, there, the intro, it's short, I'll admit, but thats the way intros go, don'cha know. Now about what I was talking about above, I got the idea for this story from an essay I had to do in school. The essay was, we had to rewrite 'To Build A Fire' by Jack London, using the dog in the story as our 'first person'. In other words we needed to tell the story as if we were the dog. That's what I'm gonna do here, tell the whole story as if I was Dennis, so while you read this, forget about me, the author, pretend Dennis is really saying this, trust me, it'll make it sound better than me telling a story.