The Lively Glow of Death - C Kelemen (read 50 shades of grey txt) 📗

While my eyes were closed I noticed that the glow Brightened and expanded. I peeked out of my right eye to see the machinery, which had been coming towards me, was now stopped by that glow that seemed to have built wall out of itself. The other glow that actually looked more like a shine was shaking. I saw what I was just given, a chance, and I was not about to lose it. I was out of the way now and the glow was by my side and I then thought to myself, 'who knew there was such a difference between a glow and a shine?'

 the two lights started to take shapes and even that did not make me feel any better. The shine was a tall teen that was around the age of fifteen maybe. The glow though was Katie. This was the little girl my whole investigation was on. She was dressed in a lavender dress with red stains on it and her hair was up in two braids. To me she would have been the description of cute if there was not the part about her being dead. The two ghosts moved in circles around each other. It was obvious they were talking to each other, although it looked like it might have been yelling. But all I could see were their expressions for I couldn't hear a word.

 I was not one to join into quarrels, so I just backed up against the wall and stayed out. Finally the two seemed to have settled the debate. All was quite in the mill. The gear softly turning, the cricket’s chirps, and the turtles soft cry for food. I reached into my jean pockets where my partners had given me some lettuce to catch the tortoise and dropped a few leaves into my coat pocket. Then the teenager’s eyes went wide and she started to disintegrate. I saw why now behind where the shine floated before was a shadow and as I looked into it all I could see was black. I stared away and the blackness, the darkness, the blindness stayed with it briefly. A great uneasy feeling spread throughout my body.

Text: Kelemen
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Publication Date: 02-25-2013

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Dedication:
To the ghosts in my life.