Just a reminder: this is only a temporary hiatus. I, (and I'm sure many of you readers), have plenty of other ideas for story-arcs. It's just that I have no time to write and post regularly.
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Usually Gilligan could beat everyone in a race. This time, they were right on his heels when they returned to the hut clearing.
"What the hell was that?!" No one commented on Mr Howell's oath, still shaken by what they had seen.
It was the Professor who finally answered. "I believe it was a ghost."
"You're serious?"
"Entirely."
"Then I hope it's a friendly ghost," Gilligan said half-heartedly. "Maybe it could tell someone we're stuck on this island."
Everyone laughed weakly. Mary Ann added, "We have a better chance of getting the message out that way than any other way!"
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Until next time, fare thee well. May your imagination never cease to exist, and may your writing continue to give purpose to your life.