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The Synopsis of [A Ghost Life]: Let me start by saying, hello my name is Francelia Lucresia Jones Poole, and that I want to thank you for your time. I have eight stories that I have already written and is ready to be publish, and before you say no thank you, let my tell you how I feel. A writer must always keep the climax high and uninterrupted without boring the viewer or worse lacking interest as to the cause of the plot. When writing a fiction story we must capture the imagination of others and kept it. This elaborate story is boldly woven together with just the right ingredients to sustain an intriguing edge of your seat entertainment:

After losing her life and wanting to stay behind to be with her father, and finding out the living won’t see the dead; she travels around the world with other apparitional spectrum whose main goal is the enhancement of saving young lives and other ghost-like children.

Chapter one: A Ghost Life

[Steve is trying to teach Shemeka how to commutate with her living father]

“As a child, you know how you are playing and you are pretending you are in another place, town, or maybe even another person? And you began to feel like you were really there or another person.” “Yeah,” “Well it is almost like that. Just focus on projecting energy, feel yourself up with the worlds’ exertion; now see yourself communicating and then place yourself where you want to be so you can be with your dad. But I must tell you for the last time the living won’t see the dead, it’s not that they can’t, they just won’t.”

Chapter eight: There are witches in America also

[The six ghost children running into trouble with a witch]

A witch so evil that all of the forces of hell did not want to tangle with her; even our own witch Yeshiva, was afraid of her. “Where do you ghost think you are going?” The old witch said in an eerie voice. An instance of rapid strong pulsation entered our hearts and regardless of the fear we had in us we fought her powers with all our might. She first threw a fire ball and we deflected it, then she threw a bolt of lightning, and although we felt like we were losing we stuck with her anyway. “She is strong in powers.” Yeshiva said. “She maybe strong but I still think we can take her, after all we took on a witch doctor in Africa.” Steve replied. This witch was a huge and ugly woman in looks and in spirit, with her long gray-white hair, which stood up all over her head. Her pupil in her eyes became enlarged and the white of her eyes would disappear when she became in a ragging anger, which made her voice sound like a wolf howling at the moon, but what really frighten us is when she called all of the four elements against us, fire, water, wind and the earth; the earth began to rumble and tremble, fire came from beneath our feet, the fire burned as it surrounded us, then a large beam of lightning struck the clouds which lit up the sky in broad daylight. Soon a brush of wind blow water from out of nowhere putting the fire out but nearly trapping us in the water and making us a part of it. As she summons the wind again, the wind blew us straight to her. There was no end to this witch’s magic. That is when she saw Yeshiva, the old witch calm down for a few seconds and asked. Chapter five: The Mob Family [Four ghost children trying to settle a mob family dispute] “Okay, Shemeka you lift all of their guns and aim them at Christy, but make sure none of the guns goes off and fire. Bryan you make sure Christy stays adrift and have her to say stop the feud.” As we began to make things happen; Adam jumped up in fear when his daughter started to float high beside the light in the cage so everyone could see and be afraid. And when all of the guns took aim at Christy as she was suspended in med air; the mirrors surround her and the reflection of the guns reflected in Adam’s eyes, which were full of tears; their mob boss began to cry. “We will stop the feud, don’t kill my baby; please don’t kill my baby.” Adam yelled. Christy didn’t know what was happening to her, so when we let her down she ran to her father in tears because, she too was afraid. “Now Adam, you know now how I am hurting, I don’t know who cause this but I’m glad they did.” “Roberto, I believe this is the work of your dead son, I said there won’t be anymore fighting but I didn’t say anything about not wanting my money back.” “You got your money with my son’s life.” “Oh no, I didn’t.” The room became silent and then the guns began to raise and point at Christy again. “No Father, let it go please!”

Francelia Lucresia Jones Poole 316 W. Terrell Street Greensboro, North Carolina 27406 Email: lucresiajones@yahoo.com lucresiajones@gmail.com Phone # 336-588-7396 Thank you for your consideration and time.

Francelia Poole (talk) 00:22, 18 July 2015 (UTC)