Ghost Boulevard

If the man he had driven was a ghost, what about the cat? It had vanished once inside the house and never reappeared. He had heard countless stories of wronged spirits lingering among the living, but never a ghost story about a pet.

Get Me My Crown

The full-size gold crown on her head was customary among the privileged class of ultra-rich at these events. Her figure and perky smile had earned her wealth, status, this very spot and now the attention of the thousands in the room and a billion screens beyond.

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