#ran

Whose are all these ghosts?” she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. “Oh,” said Geraldine, “I think they might be mine...? ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics

...she knew, with all her heart that running away from the country’s top relationship coach was as good as saying, 'there’s no hope for me, ever'! ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics

Fear and bigotry don’t need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes. ↗

— Eileen Wilks

#death-magic #eileen-wilks #fear #lupi #paranormal

Head up, heart open. To better days! ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#encouragement #endurance #faith #inspiration #optimism

If we get the donations, I think we're going to raise a significant amount of money; some will be used for some administered costs, but the public portion of that will go directly into grants. ↗

— Montel Williams

#amount #costs #directly #donations #get

A brick is what the aliens gave me to communicate with them. It’s easy to operate. Just go to a party, or any crowded location, place the brick on your head, and stand perfectly still until they open up lines of communication. If you talk to Egbok Wangor, tell him I want the twenty bucks he owes me—and I’ll even give you a twenty percent collector’s fee.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

There was a pause, while I fought against this other, lesser kind of death that was creeping over me - this death called strangeness, this snapping of all the customary little threads of cause and effect that are our moorings at other times. Slowly they all drew back from me step by step, until I was left there alone, cut off. ("All At Once, No Alice") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#strangeness #death

I hold the biscuits in front of his face and he stands up. "What do I have to do?" he says. "Nothing," I say. "They're for you." "Are they poisoned?" he says. "No," I say. "Eat one," he says. So I do. "Probably the others are poisoned," he says. "Eat a fraction of each." I eat a corner off each biscuit. He looks at the reminders suspiciously, then sniffs them. "I'm not sure it's worth it," he says. "How I wish you'd never come. Perhaps you've left the poison off of just those corners." I begin to realize I'll doubt whatever information he gives me. "Lick the entire biscuit," he says. "Then give them to me." So I lick each biscuit. "Both sides," he says. I lick both sides of each biscuit. I give him the wet biscuits and he cracks them open and sniffs them. Then he puts them in his pocket. "What do you want?" he says. "Now that you've failed to poison me to death. ↗

— George Saunders

#doubt #humor #paranoia #poisoning #death

Ooh, tu tens um ar muito mais saboroso que o Crabbe e o Goyle, Harry ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione-granger #death

Engaging spirits isn’t an elitist ability or industry, it’s being active in the connection with All Things. It’s innate to us all. ↗

— S. Kelley Harrell

#haunting #shamanism #spirit-communication #spirits #supernatural