I Write Stuff Sometimes

They barely thought about their past, refusing to dwell on what they would do if they were still alive. History. Memories. Identity. All of them irrelevant. They didn't deem any of it important enough to remember.

Being a ghost filled the hollow part of their soul. They managed to maintain an invisible presence despite being dead and shouldn't have seen the world past their lifetime.

They haunted a particular house at a hillside. A small manor where a family of nobility lived after a horrid event stripped them of wealth and title. The parents and eldest daughter took farming as work to handle with the changes in their lives. Misery surrounded each family member.

But they made friends with their youngest child, a little girl. She couldn't see them but she could sense them, inviting them to be their companion or someone to play with. They moved her animal plushes and she cheered in joy.

Gradually, the little girl grew to be a diligent woman who often sought for their company. They couldn't say a word yet she was thankful she hadn't been alone. With most of her siblings and parents having duties, she didn't spend much time with any of them.

She often took care of the chickens and sheep, making sure they were healthy and well-fed. After the family obtained some amount of money, a governess had been hired to teach her and her siblings lessons.

Lessons of nobility and manners. Lessons of knowledge of the outside world. Lessons of the importance of maintaining an appropriate behavior in public.

The little girl was torn, often upset by the severity of the governess and her obligation towards her hardworking family. It lead her on a path to be a dignified woman who hid her playful nature.

Unfortunately, the woman moved away for a marriage to bring wealth back to the family. Soon after, the rest of the family followed suit and went back into their glittering world.

They watched her over the years as they did with the house. After the family moved away, some other family bought the house. However, it became a cycle of moving and leaving to the point they couldn't keep track of the residents any more.

Until one day, the last residents perished in illness and the house turned desolate since then.

Empty and dusty. Desolate and in despair. The infrastructure had gotten too worn out from lack of maintenance.

The ghost remembered when it used to be full of people and even animals. The small farm and the people working with utmost determination.

Now it turned into an empty house of disrepair and ennui. No person entered the premises for several years and it was left to be abandoned.

Only a void and other ghosts surrounded it, having nowhere else to haunt to.

The ghost supposed such was the fate of a creaky and dilapidated manor. Long ago, a sense of liveliness with people being alive and gaining memories filled it. Now it was simply nothing no matter how sad and true it could be.

Nonetheless, they would remain here and haunt the land. Clinging onto the only memory of past companionship and the smile of a carefree child.

Dear Faculty and Administration of Frost-ridge University 

I hope this letter finds you miserable. 

Recently I was expelled from Frostridge University based on these grounds: 

"Necromancy based magic has no place on campus.... your thesis violates the guidelines here at Frostridge University and will have to be rejected.... because of this you will be expelled from the program. (shortened for brevity, the full email is attached below) " 

How DARE you!  Do you know how much time and research went into this? How many nights I spent pouring blood, sweat, and tears into my project? Not only do you reject it, but you EXPELL me? 

If this wasn't such blatant disrespect I would laugh in the face of all you spineless cowards. As I explained in my thesis, what I did was not 'Necromancry' , it was a derivative of healing magic. 

You can look at the runes I used for the spells, none of them have the basis of Necromancy. The rulebook prohibits that, not what I did! I resurrected that flower through approved magics, in no way should I be punished for figuring out a way to bring a living thing back to life in this way!

All because of what? Some childish fear of zombies? Of undead armies? Of loss of funds for the local mortician. Please.

 The amount of mana it would take to resurrect just one person would be unfeasible. 

 No one would ever use my spell for such a task, as it is inefficient. If they were gonna do something as illegal as bringing someone to life, they would do so using the forbidden necromancy spells that could be found with enough work and research. 

In fact in our---well I guess not 'ours' any more since I was expelled---very halls there are books that map out the different methods that can be used to do so. Should the board, the administration be fired for daring to have it in our libraries?

You're all hypocrites. 

“It shouldn't be done.” 

You know what else shouldn't be done? 

Our university president , President Jackson, using unauthorized university funds to go on a vacation. According to treasury reports there is an unaccounted for 10k every semester for the past 20 years. About the same time there President Jackson goes on a luxurious trip to another country. 

 I've attached the photos and analysis of the data below. 

Regardless, I know my work will find the correct audience. Especially since I have sent this letter, my thesis, and my very interesting findings on our president's monetary habits to every major and local news station I could. It is also posted on my various social media pages. 

Let's see what the rest of the world thinks of what should and shouldn't be done, shall we?

Sincerely,

You know who the fuck this is

Attached

> Email of thesis rejection and expulsion of Imani Perkins.png (will send email to anyone who asks for original) 

> Treasury records.docx