Insignificant
Paranormal
Blurb-
Imagine coming to in a hospital hallway moments after what you are sure was death. Knowing you have a purpose to being there but not being able to get a firm grasp of what that purpose is. To top it off the only living person who can see you is a semi-nerdy, male nurse named Jessop.
Going by the name of Jane, as in Jane Doe, she is out to figure out who she was and why she hasn't been able to see "the light". Sometimes being a ghost isn't all haunting and walking through objects.
Excerpt One-
(unedited and subject to change before publishing)
There
is no greater proof of one’s insignificance than death.
In the moment I died I did not find the peace that people always talk about. The only light I saw was the blinding halogen above the trauma table. No long-gone family members came for me. No one beckoned me forward with open arms and promises of love eternal. No white gossamer wings and shining halos.
No, when I died, all I felt was fear and anxiety.
And now I stand in a murky, sterile hallway watching people rush by with giant teddy bears and tear stained faces.
In the moment I died I did not find the peace that people always talk about. The only light I saw was the blinding halogen above the trauma table. No long-gone family members came for me. No one beckoned me forward with open arms and promises of love eternal. No white gossamer wings and shining halos.
No, when I died, all I felt was fear and anxiety.
And now I stand in a murky, sterile hallway watching people rush by with giant teddy bears and tear stained faces.
©Kris Pittman
Excerpt Two-
(unedited and subject to change before publishing)
“Well, we’ll go to my place for now.
We can talk more freely there and I won’t look crazy. That is, if I’m not
really crazy. We are going to figure this all out.”
His confidence was almost
contagious. Almost.
“If you’re
crazy, I’m not sure what that makes me.” I whisper.
“If I
were crazy would I know it? Or, better yet, would I care? Which, I do. I care
and that is probably a good indicator that I am not crazy, right?” He looks to
me.
“You get
weirder by the minute.”
“Shock
has worn off, I think.” He twirls his keys and looks toward the exit, “We
better go.”
“Jess?”
“Yeah?”
“You are
shaking like a leaf. Look, if you don’t want any part of this, of me, I won’t
blame you. It’s scary for me and I can’t imagine what it feels like for you.”
“It’s
not that I am scared. I dunno, it’s all just confusing, for both of us. Do you
ride in my car, or zap there, or what?”
©Kris Pittman
WCTD: 3,700
Amazing work Kris! I look forward to seeing it all completed :)
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