Heartbreak is a Ghost. I’ll Say It
Like all good reckonings, there’s got to be a soundtrack.
Like all good reckonings, there’s got to be a soundtrack.
I thought, in my sixteen-year-old wisdom, that I’d try blowing the socks off of my fellow AP English Composition students with our term project.
“It’s her. It’s our ghost buster.”
The main question would be does the portal to the ghost dimension in the children’s room count as extra square footage?
From that moment on, Alicia and Jenny were best friends.
In a way, Google created time travel when it released Street View.
The assumption is that I would have unfinished business that necessitates ghostiness.
You can judge a true Irish pub by its seating situation—the sparser the chairs, the better the craic (music and merrymaking).
I felt as if I’d come unmoored from reality, these quiet paths and dark woods so different from the bustling and meticulously-planned city streets upon which I lived my life.
Jane would be rolling her eyes with the rest of the podcast (g)hosts.