Ghost Boy Blues 5

I look up at the stars every night, searching the heavens for that one bright light that could take me back to yesterday. I know it’s a hopeless wish now, but I just want to change everything and everyone, to keep them from this sad state of being. I wish I had done something with myself in the classroom instead of sitting in the back, trying to avoid everyone else.

Maybe if I had interacted more, or made friends more easily, things would be different. Perhaps I would have had a girlfriend, or been popular in a clique of my own. But the truth is I was too scared and shy. I don’t know why this is, or why it has taken death for me to want to talk to others and make friends. I find myself wishing to communicate now, whereas before I just wanted to be left alone. I didn’t want to be picked on by the bullies. I didn’t want to be teased by the giggling girls. I didn’t even want to be called on in class. But all of those things happened anyway. And now I can’t seem to even leave the school grounds.

Another great cosmic joke. School was hell for me in a lot of ways and now it seems to have become my personal purgatory. I tell myself if I could only get out of here then my spirit could roam free the way it’s supposed to. Or at least that’s what I assume spirits are supposed to do when they no longer have a live body. Perhaps that’s it then, I need a live body to inhabit. Hmm.

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Revamping The Vampire Boys

Hello everyone. No writing to share today, but It’s almost New Years resolution time and so here’s my pledge for 2018. Vampire Boys Of Summer will finally get finished 😉 Well, sort of. I already have Book 2 of a series beginning to gestate in my head. But at least the original story as I dreamed it up will be complete. With that said, and since it is a new year, I decided to revamp the whole story, giving it a new look in both graphics and structure. It’s still the same story, but details have been added in the editing process to flesh the story out and give better insight to the characters and things in Chelsea Valley. I’ve been working on sentence structure as well in an effort to make the reading more smoother and enjoyable. In addition, chapters are being restructured. I have broken most chapters in two, so that each episode can be read in a short amount of time. With as busy as we all are, I feel like the shorter the chapters the more likely a reader will invest his or her online time to it. Not only that but I have determined that most existing web serials run 500 to 1500 words an episode, so that’s what I’m aiming for. Along with the chapter length, most of the chapter titles have changed too, so earlier readers may notice that.

And speaking of those earlier readers, I want to thank you so much for getting in on this in the beginning, and all the time you have spent reading and following the story. I apologize if it seems I am making you reinvest yourself in the tale, but if you bear with me I hope you will find the story more fully realized in the “revamping.” You are one of the reasons I made it so far in the story. Unfortunately at some point I lost the thread of where I was going and got seriously unmotivated, so I had to do something to rejuvenate the characters in my head so I could get back into it.

So with a little luck and inspiration and good old hard work, Vampire Boys Of Summer will be returning in January with Serial episodes running through to April. Yeah, I know that’s quite a run, but I want to get this thing right and not get in such a hurry that it seems rushed. I promise at least one new episode each week, but to be honest, I’m going to try and have a new episode every four days or so.

So I hope you will rejoin me once again as we start this whole thing over. Again, it is essentially the same story with just a little expansion and editing. For now, I will leave the original up, but keep in mind that version is not complete. I may remove it later to avoid confusion, but right now I’ll let it stand in case anyone wants to see what it changed from.

Okay then, hopefully I’ll see you soon with Nora and her adventures with the vampire boys of summer. Until then, fellow writers, keep writing, and fellow readers, we are here to tell you our stories, so stay tuned. It should be an exciting new year 🙂

Ghost Boy Blues 4

I almost kissed her once. I was alive then, though not living. Not really anyway. I had a beating heart, a fairly intelligent brain, and yet I was the class cushion all the bullies wished to stick their pins in just to watch me squirm and bleed.

She never laughed like the other ones did. Perhaps that’s one of the things that attracts me to her now. Even though she was a year older and out of my league as far as looks and grades go, I couldn’t help but entertain fantasies of a different world where only she and I existed. But the truth is no such world exists. Girls like her don’t go for guys like me. Even when we’re alive. Being dead just complicates things even more.

But anyway, I was talking about how I almost kissed her once. I don’t think she was ever aware of it, to be honest. She was lost in her own little world, getting books out of her locker. She looked so beautiful that day in her school uniform. Though everyone was dressed like everyone else at school, she seemed to be luminous. There was a soft glow about her, and it was even more evident when someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around, flashing them a bright smile that could have lit up the whole room if the power had gone out. Of course, I’m using metaphors here, but my thoughts at the time were anything but, for in that moment I was compelled to leave my lonely spot in the hallway, walk right over there and plant one right on her cheek. On her lips if I somehow missed.

I didn’t do it though. I stayed right there at my own locker. Frozen. Unable to move, or even smile in her direction. Call me chicken shit, call me a loser. They both fit. For when I really thought about it, the only image that came to me, the only response I could imagine was the look of horror on her face as she saw who kissed her. The rearing back of her hand, or possibly the fist of another boy who’d come to her rescue because shed been assaulted by the creepiest boy in the school.

Its funny because that’s how everyone thought of me when I was alive and visible to everyone who wished to humiliate or pick on me. But I guess the joke’s on them after all. Being dead and still strolling the halls definitely makes me the creepiest.

But what can I do with that?

Wishing you a Merry Christmas!

Season’s greetings everyone! This year has been a wonderfully creative time for me, both in my writing and personal life, and so i just want to thank everyone for joining me this past year in all the fictional happenings that just fell out of my head. In addition to my writing catalog expanding a little, my family made an expansion of its own with the birth of our daughter Arwen, making this a truly magical period in my life.

To everyone who checked out my writing this year, or followed my work, I thank you. It has always been my desire to have others read and enjoy what i do here. So thank you for taking the time to support me as a writer and storyteller. I hope to have some exciting things happening next year on the blog, starting with the big “re-vamp” of Vampire Boys Of Summer. I say big, because the tale is fleshing out further through the editing process and I’ll be retiring the original graphics used to promote the tale in favor of something new, which I think represents the story a lot better. All that will begin the first week in January, so keep an eye out.

Okay, enough plugging my work. Find yourself some mistletoe and share the holiday season with your loved one. And while Haru and Nora exhibit the most wonderful time of Christmas in today’s graphic, they and their little ole creator wish you the merriest of times this holiday. We look forward to celebrating clear into the new year with you. God bless and Merry Christmas to all 🙂

Ghost Boy Blues 3

The weird thing is I don’t know how I died. These things are not always shown to the dead. Instead we must rely on others to lead us to answers through their memories of us. But what if no one remembers you? Am I just smoke dissipating from a dream?

I wish I remembered my own funeral. Did anybody speak eloquently of my short life? I know my achievements weren’t much. 8th grade spelling bee champion. Talent show runner up for my bland recital of Hamlet’s speech to Ophelia. Get thee to a nunnery never sounded so dull since the bard wrote it, I’m sure. Maybe someone said I was a good kid when I was younger, or that I had had “potential.” Im sure none of my classmates cried, certainly none of the girls. My best friend may have shed a tear in honor of how long we’d known each other, and mother might have wailed over the loss of her eldest boy, but I just couldn’t see my passing affecting anyone much. I could be wrong, but I’ll never know. That moment passed before my return as a shadow no one sees.

I tried doing like that Ghost movie my mom liked and going to a medium to see if they could at least hear me. And though the woman looked a lot like Whoopi Goldberg, she had none of her talent, humor, or ability to hear anything except a coin dropping in her purse. And in her presence I was just as helpless. I couldn’t move anything or cause a disturbance. I even screamed at the top of my lungs and sung what I thought were the correct words to “Despacito” and it still did no good.

It has to be the great cosmic joke that I can move around and go anywhere I want, but I can’t talk to a single person. No wonder in all the horror movies the spirits are angry and throwing shit around.

Ghost Boy Blues 2

I used to dream I was invisible, that I could move among others unseen and silent, watching their behavior, observing from a distance but close enough to touch. Now I’m not so sure. It is a lonely existence to be untouched forever.

I’m always looking around me, trying to see if there are others like me, moving amongst the classroom or just drifting in and out of this state of being with no control of themselves at all. But I see no one like that. All the kids here are flesh and blood. All the teachers are as they have always been, alive and wanting us to do well so we can prepared for the world.

But what if there is no world ahead? I thought I would graduate some day , go to college, find myself driving aimlessly in the adult world, trying to find my place amongst the rest. But if I go to college now, it will be just like this. Me observing. Me as a spy in the house of the living. And though I still remember how cool my dreams of invisibility were, now I just wish someone could see me. Somebody. Anybody. I just want to be noticed.

Jonghyun Is Forever (poem in memory of kpop star Jonghyun of SHINee)

The voice in my ear is silenced

The earbuds fall with my tears

I feel as if a friend has left me

One I have admired for years

Always there to pick me up

His voice could lift me to stars

No matter how i was feeling

Happy times never seemed far

Whether alone or with the boys

He was all heart and every soul

But now I just feel all empty

As if the whole worlds gone cold.

And even through my grief

There’s a connection never severed

If music itself is timeless

Then Jonghyun is forever.

Paul D Aronson

Dec 18, 2017