A ghost's lawyer

I'm a lawyer for ghosts and I'll share their stories with you

[aghostslawyer]

Case #1

A little girl came to us with a heavy book. My paralegal took her to me and the little girl smiled at me proudly.

"I saved those people," she said smiling.

"What people?" I asked her.

"The people in this book!" The girl exclaimed happily and shoved the book towards me. I opened it and saw that there were names. A lot of names and the book is filled with them.

"Can you explain to me what happened?" I asked the girl.

"A old lady told me that I can save those people. My brother's name is in it too! I can read very well and I'm only five! Ms Lacy taught me to read. She very good!" The girl chuckled.

"I bet she is!" I smiled back.

"Anyways," she continued, "The old woman said these people are doomed to die, Mr Ghost, what does doomed mean? The old woman said somethinf bad will happen,"

"Doomed does mean that something bad will happen and you cannot escape it," I explained to her. She took out a small notepad and wrote something in it.

"What are you writing?" I asked her. She's adorable. I wonder how she got here. She doesn't look to be sick or anything.

"It's my vocabulary!" She said slowly. "Ms Lacy said that if I write new words, it will expand my knowledge of words!" She exclaimed and stretched her hand in a circle.

I chuckled and asked her to continue her story.

"The old woman said that only I can save them. Then, my brother got sick and I went to the book a d his name is red. So is everyone's name. Then a word appeared. A life for millions, that's what the book said. I wracked my brain and it clicked. So I ran outside just in time for a carriage drive by. It ran me over! That was scary but then your Ms Paralegal showed me that the people in the book were saved."

I was in shock. This little girl, sacrificed herself to save people she didn't even know. Why? Why this girl? I don't understand! This job is so hard. Sometimes I don't understand why things happen the way they do. I didn't know I was crying until she came over to me and hugged me.

"Don't cry Mr Ghost. I save those people! Don't cry," she comforted.

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"I got nothing," my paralegal said.

"Nothing? JFK IS ASKING WHO KILLED HIM AND YOU GOT NOTHING?" I screamed at her.

"Yes sir, I got nothing,"

"He asked for us specifically to handle his case... Because we are lawyers for ghosts! It's easier to find out who did- you know what? I'll do it myself," I vented and left.

"Mr Ghost, there's a lot of suspects. I don't know how you'll find it but good luck to you, sir," my paralegal said while she saluted 🫡 me. I made a face at her and left my office.

[writing-prompt-s]

Your spouse is leading a secret double life as an assassin, trying their best to keep it secret from you. This has never really worked, because, unbeknownst to them, you are actually their handler.

[aghostslawyer]

"Target eliminated," your spouse reported.

"Good job!" you cheered.

"I can't submit the report until next Monday. It's my anniversary with my spouse," they said. You muted yourself just in time to laugh. After your composed yourself, you unmuted.

"No worries. Take as much time as you need. I'll let Head know," and you ended the call. You got up from your desk and took your bag and went home.

At home, your spouse was already on the sofa, eating chips and watching television.

"Hey hun," you said as you closed the front door. "How's your day?" your spouse got up from the sofa and walked to you.

"Mines okay," they said and kissed you.

"Don't forget, tomorrow is our anniversary," you reminded them and they nodded.

"I know," they said.

After dinner, you went upstairs to your office and an idea popped into your mind. You sat there thinking and planning and then went to bed. You spiked your spouse's glass of water they drink before sleeping and smiled as you fell asleep when the last step to the plan became clear.

The next morning, you woke up and saw that your spouse is still asleep, snoring. Smiling, you got off the bed and went to your office to print out pictures. If your calculations are correct, your spouse won't wake up until 10 and you have 2 hours left. After you finished printing the pictures, your taped them to the wall, leading from the bedroom to downstairs.

Once you're done, you hear your spouse waking up and so you stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the second floor landing. Sure enough, your spouse appears, grabbing the pictures hurriedly, examining them. Then they saw you.

"What is this?" they said, confused and surprised. They were frowning

"Happy anniversary, love," you replied.

They ran down the stairs and took your hand.

"You're my handler?!" they asked.

"I am," you smiled.

The pictures are of your spouse on their missions. You took selfies infront of your computer showing them doing their job. You have been dying to show them to your spouse but then time was never right. Today however, was perfect.

"So you're my guardian angel," your spouse whispered in wonder.

"I am," you replied and kissed them.

[writing-prompt-s]

Your friend always said “I’ll rest when I’m dead,” so much that it became his catchphrase. He says it again today when he came into work, going about his daily routine. This normally wouldn’t be concerning, if not for the fact that you attended his funeral two weeks ago.

[aghostslawyer]

"Gerald?" you asked.

"Hmm?" he replied good naturedly.

"You said you will rest when you're dead!" you said angrily.

"Y-yes," he said slowly, like a little kid who was caught doing something he shouldn't.

"Then why are you here?" you asked, taking a step forward. He looked away guiltily.

"I MISS MY JOB OKAY?" he shouted. "I DIDN'T KNOW I'LL MISS IT SO BAD!"

"Technically you're job has been taken over..." you said.

"It's boring, being dead all the time!" He complained.

"Fine. Do your job. But I don't want to hear you say 'I'll rest when I'm dead' okay?"

"Okay," Gerald sighed.

[writing-prompt-s]

You, a supervillain, answer a knock at your door, only to find your superhero nemesis shivering, bleeding, scared, and slightly dazed (as if drugged). They appear to have been assaulted. The hero mumbles “…didn’t know where else to go…” before collapsing into your arms.

[aghostslawyer]

You stared at the hero, confused but angry. How dare those people hurt them? You're the one who is supposed to hurt them. No one else. They are yours to toy with, to fight with. Yours.

After you put the superhero on your sofa, you went online to look for any news on who the superhero fought. Turns out, it was a gang of new villains who thinks that you are not doing your job correctly.

Then, you hear a knock on your door. Puzzled you went and opened it and saw that it was the same gang of villains that attacked the superhero. You hurled the leader of the gang into the air and launched yourself into the air and slammed your fist against the leader. He fell down cold and one of the memebers slammed herself into you, knocking you down. However you got up fast, since you are used to fighting, and headbutted her. She too fell down cold. Then the rest of the gang looked at you fearfully.

"This, is what happens when you touch what is mine." you growled. The gang backed away and they never appeared on the news again.

[aghostslawyer]

There won't be rest until we die

a book not yet written

[aghostslawyer]

The asassin

“All I want is peace. No more killing. Why can’t they just leave me alone?”

“It’s all what they want. We are just grass, waiting to be cut.”

“It’s not fair!”

“They don’t care,”

“I am tired of all of this! I am exhausted.”

“Everyone is exhausted. They just don’t care”

“We are indirectly slaves!”