In my sleep my nose twitched continuously, the smell making my dry mouth drool mercilessly. I knew the way, few moments after and my body was at the table, a huge slice of bacon flavoured Frittata awaited me.
Shoving mouthfuls in between moans of pleasure from my palate. I pull my gaze up to see a wide tooth grin in the wall mirror.
A bodiless grin.
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The Mind Junkyard 
Spooky. A shiver down my spine as I read this. Good one.
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Gracias Darshana 🙂
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Wow! I love your writing style. Nicely done!
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Thanks Susan, your comments keep me inspired to write more.
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So glad to hear. Please, never stop writing.
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That’s gotta be the toughest part about being a ghost. Not being able to taste food anymore. I love the way you saved that zinger for last. Great story!
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Thanks, that probably is the only downside to being a ghost. No delicious food 🙂
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Wow! Your writing leaves me in awe and challenges me to do better! This is intriguing as much as it is exciting and frightening all at the same time. Great job
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Thank you for more inspiration to keep writing 🙂
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I love how you managed to take a midnight snack and turn it into something scary. Nicely done! 🙂
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Thanks Suzanne 🙂
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