The Dur-a-CellEron stretched his back and tried to shift to a more comfortable position. By the light of the moon he could see the silhouette of the bridge ahead clearly now. Hundreds of torchflies swarmed around it, attracted by the reflection of the moon in the water below.The Dur-a-Cell
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He glanced at his friend, who seemed completely relaxed as always, swaying from side to side in his saddle while examining a black rod he had fetched from his backpack.
Were almost at the bridge, Flar, he grumbled. Better put that away, whatever it is, and start paying some attention. Old World is right around the corner.
Flar looked at his companion and smiled.
Old World doesnt scare me anymore, buddy. I have a piece of it right here with me.
He leaned over, holding out that odd-looking rod. It was a perfect black cylinder that widened at one end, ending in a round piece of glass. Eron took it warily and held it as far from himself as possible. It felt cold and was a lot heavier
My Friend Charlie The GhostAll my life he had been there, lying on his back in the crawl space under my room. Before I even learned to say mama, I whispered his name through the cracks in the floorboards under my bed.My Friend Charlie The Ghost
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Charlie, I would say, pointing my finger at the cold blue eyes that stared right through me. Dust had gathered on his face, and I was always afraid he would sneeze and wake father up, but he never did. Even when I took a deep breath and blew so hard that his eyelashes moved, he never blinked, and when the dust had settled he was still staring at me with those X-ray eyes as if something at the back of my head was holding his gaze and would not let go.
Friends are hard to find for someone like me, but a ghost had found me in my room and had laid down under my bed. Ghosts come in all sorts of shapes and mine was a blue-eyed, red-haired boy with freckles, come to make friends with a little girl who is not allowed to leave the house.
He will move one day, I told myself.