Caleb the Crab

(C) Barbara W. Beacham. Mondays Finish the Story, May 11, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham.

Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life

or her lack thereof. She was sitting on the shore, where the water ebbed and flowed right through her translucent feet.

“I wish I had someone to show me how to be a proper ghost.” She sighed loudly.

“I can help you!” Annabelle heard a jolly, nasal voice come from behind her.

She drifted up and turned to face her back. But there was nobody there.

“Hee hee hee hee!!” The voice erupted with manic cackling.

Then a spot in the sand began to crumble, revealing a small, round hole. Annabelle peered into it, and something within peered back with glossy eyes.

It was a crab! It crawled out into the open and swung its claws outward, as if welcoming Annabelle with a hug. “I’m Caleb!”

“A talking crab?” Annabelle knitted her brows in confusion.

Then a wisp drifted out of the crab, which then scuttled away.

The vapor materialised into a tall and lanky teenage boy. He was all cheeky smiles as he floated into a comfortable ‘Jack-paint-me-like-one-of-your-French-girls’ position from the Titanic, hovering in midair.

“No, silly, I’m a ghost, just like you. And I can show you how to be a proper ghost!”

Word count: 195

Annabelle White the Sloppy Ghost

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham. Monday Finish the Story, May 4, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham.

After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart!

Then the doll collapsed into a pile of plastic limbs and a wisp drifted out.

The vapory wisp took shape and solidified into the form of a young girl, which then clutched at her own hair in dire frustration.

She punched a wall- and went straight through it.

“I hate being a ghost! Screw possessing things, I can’t even punch the wall properly to vent my anger!”

Feeling like she had enough, Annabelle screamed her phantom lungs out.

And she screamed, and screamed even more. She screamed all night long.

But as she did so, she did not turn transparent. And she did not see the toddler behind the door, but the toddler could not believe her eyes either.

Word count: 119

Introducing Annabelle White – FFFAW

(c) Dawn M. Miller.  Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers (FFFAW) April 29, 2015. The picture takes you to the Challenge page, hosted by Priceless Joy.

Night fell and claimed the land with its shadows. She was free to roam once more.

Burgers, she thought, I have an appetite for burgers today.

She left her hair wet and dripping, just how she liked it, and proceeded to don her favorite white gown. She loved the reactions it elicited from passers-by, especially the males.

No, not wolf-whistles and seductive looks. That’s not what she’s about. She’s all about the jumps-of-terror, the petrified looks and the effeminate squeals.

Oh, I love the squeals. I hope I hear one tonight. She smiled wide as she relished in her imagination.

She slipped into the empty passenger seat beside a charming young driver as he collected his take-away set meal.

“Is that a Swiss Mushroom Whopper? My favorite!” She let the scent of warm mushrooms invade her nostrils, which made her mouth salivate and stomach rumble ravenously.

The set meal was now hers, and she retreated to her lake, her home.

Meanwhile, Timmy rushed home, his stomach unsatisfied, his eyes wide with fear, and with a story to tell, but without proof apart from his memory. Oh, and the drenched passenger seat in his car. Annabelle was real sloppy, wasn’t she?

Word count: 200 😦