Thursday, March 29, 2007

Sob...

I guess I didn't give y'all enough to work with in the last post.
Sob! I am not worth!
This paragraph is from one of "The Spooky Guy's" contributions to the book. He looks forward to seeing what you can do with it. I do too!
“Come off it, Dead, what’s this really about?” I asked him. “We’ve had this foolish argument before. The poetry is mine, with some embellishment from you. You’re the performer, and after the death of our body it became clear that you had the gift of shape shifting. This isn’t why you’re displaying such hostility towards me. Now, tell me what your problem is before I am forced to ask that you be imprisoned until such a time as you have redeemed your behavior.”

4 comments:

Lammy said...

"Well. If you must know... I had shape-shifted into a pen and you used me to write that poem."
Spooky mused saying, "Well, I use you a lot to write my poetry. So what's the problem?"
"Just this," I hesitated before speaking with a shaky voice, "You have really cold hands!"

The Spooky Guy said...

Well, what do you expect? It's part and parcel of being a ghost!
Don't tell anybody, but I did think that was really damn funny.

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