Chatterbox: Inkwell

Phantoms (and a guy named Pari)

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Pari was a guy who did things, but you didn't need me to tell you that, did you? He shorter side, and was made fun of often for it. However, for what he lacked in height, he made up for in bravado. Pari was coming home from the cross country meet when he heard a loud rustling from his backyard. He went to investigate, creaking open the rusty metal gate that led into the extensive backyard. He walked cautiously, dead leaves crunching underneath his running shoes. The crisp air of the autumn evening felt cool against Pari's skin. The rustling seemed to be coming from the large leafy bush in the foreground of the yard that had yet to have its green deprived from it. Pari edged closer, the noise stopping slightly after every footstep. He was only inches from the bush now and was stretching his hand out to part the leaves when the rustling abruptly stopped. When Pari parted the leaves, there was nothing there but a glob of green goo.

"Okay tough guy," said Pari in his awkward teenager voice that had the misfortune to strike, "Time to come out." Rustling came from a bush behind him. Pari pulled out what looked to the untrained eye like a flashlight, and until Pari says what it really is, that's how I'm going to refer to it. "Come on, dude. Get out of the bushes." 

"FIIIIIINE." Came a low voice from the bush, and a giant floating glowing weevil flew out of the bush despondently.

"Good. You know how bad you are for the bushes," Pari reprimanded, "Go back to Phantown or I will report you to the GBs like stat." The weevil stuck out a tube-like tongue and popped out of sight, leaving behind some more weird goo. 

"Darn ghost insects. Erika's going to have a fit over the bushes."

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More coming when I write it!