Here's the third entry for Phanniemay! Man, I am on a roll today! Who knows, maybe you'll see the fourth entry?*smirks*
Anyway, here's the third entry, and I hope you enjoy it!
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GhostWriterGirl out!
Day 3: Graves
She hadn't wanted to visit her grave.
No ghost did; it reminded them that they once had a human life, that they had once had a heartbeat, that they had once been breathing and laughing and alive. For most, it was too painful; it was akin to swallowing poison to see your own grave, as if it finalised something, made your death seem all too real.
But she had to visit her grave; it reminded her of who she had once been in her former life, who had completed her and destroyed her at the same time. It gave her the conviction, the fire, the fury, that she needed to complete her mission, to do the things that her weak human self couldn't.
She needed to visit her grave to remember who had once been, so that she could make them all remember her name.
Ember McLain clenched her fist around her guitar as she stared at those immortal words chipped into the eroding tombstone, knowing it was her grave, knowing that it was her human body lying underneath the soil. Revulsion and an almost calm acceptance filled her, along with the ever-present bitterness and anger she felt at being forgotten, at having her name never been remembered, never to achieve her dream.
She glared at those words, at the name Amber McLain, before turning her back and teleporting to her stage, ready to begin her plan.
Short, I know. But I didn't know how to go about for this entry, so I decided to have Ember—one of my favourite ghosts—visit her grave before beginning her plan to take over the world and have her name be remembered.
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