Fiction
1 min
Ghost by Jin Kang
Alexandra Writers Centre Society
I saw him in the black day. He looked like he only had teeth, but when I saw him closely it looked like a dog. It went away from me. I ran to catch him and he turned and bit me. I died from the bite. Now I am a ghost. My name is Marcus.
(This piece was created as part of the Reality is Optional Kids' Writing Club at AWCS.)
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