The New Alphabetical Story Game

Ghostress found the Detective Sherlock Holmes. Ah ha NOW we'll have some fun with that, she ripped out the address and disappeared....

...haunting the night with the same madness as the owl she had once dreamt she was, when she had fallen asleep in the poppy garden.

Incoherent whispering is all that is left of her now, her once ghostly magic has faded with the passing seasons, though on certain moonlit summer nights, when the poppies bloom, one could swear the air is full of warm life, like the breath of the one she once adored.

Just a whisper though remains and then a dark cold wind blows and with it the memories and is replaced by wailing, sorrowful moaning in the tops of the trees that cause the magestic trees to tremble and the earth to sob in grief.

King of birds is he who listens all the night long, and in the morning he is departed with her song.

Liaisons of beauty and rhythm's essence forever ringing in his ears eventually begin to grate as it's 'dum di dum' repeats until he wishes to cast off forever her hobbling tune.

"Make it stop", would say the poppies, and the wind would extend the symphonies to the disappearing North.

"no problems happened today in school" i thought happily

One fine morning, all creatures of the garden woke up to find that the sorrowful weeping had completely disappeared; all that remained in the golden sunshine were the convivial songs of little birds.

Perhaps the trickle of tiny bird lullabies shall move future stone-hearted visitors.

Quitting these parts for a happy ending in the south, all birds will be rid of some ghosts.

Residing in the secluded mountains of the South, the birds brought along their songs to give the ancient residents of these forests a new breath of fresh air.

Sitting, listening just beyond the northern border, were two ghosts, Depictional and Reflectional.

These two happy lovers died from old age in each other's arms, and not horribly like Additional and Conditional; their story was quite a charming one.

Under the stars the birds and the poppies, all eventually have their auditions of life and chores and rest.