Ghosting by Richard M. Ankers

A man dressed in white lace with a skeleton painted face holding a candleholder
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Not ghosted, but ghosting. There’s a difference, though it’s too subtle for most air-breathers. One may ghost into any room, into which, in retrospect, one would say they ghosted. The ghosted are identifiable by time and place as in seeing the ghost here or there at such or when, whereas one is only ever ghosting at a particular moment. The seconds, minutes, and hours are incalculable, for they don’t exist. They are unprovable. Time is inapplicable. My ghosting shall span all eternity.

Ghosting has not always been my thing. Once, I strode or marched or sped or any multiplicity of movement-related terms into and out of rooms, gardens, or wherever you liked. I was often accompanied. I smiled, laughed, knew joy. Now, I pass. I only ever pass. A sorrowful ghosting from here to there without purpose, promise or hope. I am always alone.

I remember with fondness how I laughed at them, those to whom I now belong. How they roamed the cemetery in aimless circles, old houses, old haunts. Yet all these ghosts ghosted. They passed on, ended, left for elsewhere, eventually, whilst I’m forever ghosting. When will my torments cease? How I dream of an end.

Yet there are benefits to this being, for I tremble at saying existence. I see things, hear things, but never touch or taste. I gather information whilst awaiting my time. Like a ghosting detective, I’m watching. Even now.

So, if you see me as a windswept cobweb or dust in your eye, as a lightweight shadow or a wandering mist, treat me well, say hello, but don’t tease. I have plans, you see. To become as they, this is my goal. One day, people will see me and notice and point and proclaim: He was a great guy. Although, I’d settle for a scream. After all, I’m ghosting not through death, but through life.


Richard M. Ankers is the English author of The Eternals Series and Britannia Unleashed. Richard has featured in Expanded Field Journal, Love Letters To Poe, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and feels privileged to have appeared in many more. Richard lives to write. Please visit Richard M. Ankers – Storybook and Twitter – @Richard_Ankers to read more of his work.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Richard’s beautiful writing courageously balances upon a fine line that segregates the living from the dead. Both are undeniable realities that are in constant contradiction, yet their boundaries often blur in terms of the meaning of existence. I was surprised by the clever twist at the end. It seems that ghosting could be an unrealized trend that’s been around for quite some time now. This is writing that breathes with every word read.
    Congratulations Richard!


  2. jonicaggiano says:

    Congratulations and what a great piece for the up and coming holiday! Loved that surprise ending as well. Happy Friday!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Kirsten says:

    Great read!
    Love this line: “They are unprovable. Time is inapplicable. My ghosting shall span all eternity.”

    Liked by 1 person

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