Ghost Motionless In White Novels & Stories

I massaged my waist, wondering if Jason had decided to make things more intense by provoking Sylvie during our honeymoon. Suddenly, another voice came from the walkie-talkie, "We've found the surveillance footage. Our manager left with the male guest from room seven-zero-two..." "Isn't that the same room where two male guests forced themselves onto another female guest?" The janitor rushed to switch off the walkie-talkie. I lowered my head and said, "I have his phone number. I'll call him." As I went to get my phone, I glanced at the wedding dress and saw that it had been soiled by high-heeled shoe prints. My marriage certificate had also fallen to the floor, along with another footprint on

From me. "Leni!" Milo strains harder. His muscles flex, causing a button on his shirt to pop off. The more he fights, the harder the men pull on him until they are at the front door. When the door to the apartment shuts, Justice howls so powerfully in my mind that it rips through my chest and out of my mouth. In the hallway, Ghost returns her call. Their mournful melody echoes through the packhouse and doesn't stop until I feel so dizzy I think I’m going to pass out.

“Fuck–” Before the rogue can say the words, his head rolls to Leila’s feet, his bodiless eyes mirroring the shock Leila has in her own eyes as her heart leaps. How did the mysterious man move so fast? How is he moving so fast without shifting, she cannot even see him, only the blur of his white attire as he tears through the remaining three. She hears their screams being cut short before their bodies drop to the ground, headless and lifeless.

Walking through the front door I notice that something’s wrong, looking around the living room I see that a few of the pictures we had hanging along the had been taken down and are now stacked on the small coffee table next to the couch. "Tommy" I call down the hall being meet with silence. "TOMMY" I call out again this time hearing a noise from the kitchen. Walking through the dinning room I see someone in a white hazmat type suit standing in the kitchen taking pictures of the counter. "Um excuse me" the person continues to take pictures then turns around and. ******************************************** Chris POV The days have passed me by and I'm struggling with this shit I'm seeing. The

Melina was dazzled by his muscles, he had changed a lot, back the he was the plainest of them all, he wore shaggy un ironed clothes, he never cared about his looks, but now he wore a signed leather jacket, Melina wondered. She drilled for him, she felt like a loser choosing Owino over him. She gashed in front and asked in fury, Melina was not good at surprises. “What are you doing here?” she demanded as she dumped her messenger bag on the couch and threw off her scurf. She wanted him to notice her designer jacket as well. “Aha!” Leon acted cool. “I see you still hate surprises.” Leon teased her “Come on guys, I missed you t….” he pouted as he pranced to them and wrapped his hands around his

And he's the one stuck in that boring office so I guess we both struggle every day. Classroom three-two, three-three, ah there it is, classroom three-four... Silence. I freeze as I entered the room. A ghost? A corpse? Shaking the thoughts from my head I move to my desk at the front of the room and place my things down neatly before moving to the lifeless body at the back. As I moved closer, I could hear the music coming from their headphones... All time low. Hmm, they're got good taste in music. A female student?

I huffed and murmured, "I'm not dead." This is awkward, people around are looking at me, as if they laughing at me mentally. I looked at myself and just now I realized that I was wearing all white. White dress, white shoes, white bag, even my bracelet is full of white pearls. Did that man not realize that I was acting alive?

Clear. The timer hit zero. The mountain didn’t explode with fire. It exploded with silence. A wave of white energy rushed out, turning everything it touched into a ghost: rocks, ice, crystals—everything went see-through. Maya felt herself coming apart. But there was no pain. She felt light, like she was floating in a sea of white. Her body turned into a million silver sparks. Down below, Julian and the others were flung from the tunnel by a blast of white wind. They tumbled into the snow and looked back.

For a moment the ghost stood quite motionless in natural indignation; then, dashing the bottle violently upon the polished floor, he fled down the corridor, uttering hollow groans, and emitting a ghastly green light. Just, however, as he reached the top of the great oak staircase, a door was flung open, two little white-robed figures appeared, and a large pillow whizzed past his head! There was evidently no time to be lost, so, hastily adopting the Fourth Dimension of Space as a means of escape, he vanished through the wainscoting, and the

My arms stretch toward their retreating figures with muscles that burn from overuse, joints popping with the strain of impossible extension. Still, I reach for them. But their backs grow smaller with each passing second. Their silhouettes blur—first into shadows that dance at the edge of vision, then into pale, morphless smoke that curls and dissipates like breath in winter air. The hedge swallows them completely, its pristine white surface rippling like disturbed water before settling back into perfect, impenetrable smoothness. They're too fast. Gone.