| Tornado Ghost Writer's Cramp Entry 2/16/20 |
| Hello ♥OctOGre tHiNg♥ I noticed this story in your portfolio as I was moseying around. First Impression: Your title caught my eye. Wow, "Tornado Ghost!" What's not to attract my attention here. Furthermore: When I found that this is Non-Fiction, I was immersed in this story. I know it is a contest prompt about the "spirit of a loved one paying a visit." But knowing this really happened to your aunt and to you when she she showed you the figure that looked like your Dad right after the tornado passed, it sent chills down my spine! I, like you, believe our loved ones send us little messages. We know it's them because we feel a certain calm at the time. I always talk to my mother, especially when I need her help doing something she was very good at. I feel she is guiding me along and feel quite content and feel the love. I really can understand how you felt. Your aunts sound like they were lovely ladies and well loved by you. They were close to your Dad. You could feel his presence when around them. My aunt was my last aunt. She was my mother's baby sister. I was very close to her. I miss that I can't talk to her anymore on the phone. It ends that generational line and close connection to my Mom. Observation: Easy fix typo: "Trees were twisted in two and car ports where [were] blown aside." Parting Thoughts: Conclusion: Until next time--Believe on! Regards, WebWitch This is a
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