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She sulked at the edge of the water, her hair floating wispy in the early breeze. It had been a long time since her toes had touched the pond, calm and gray. This is where she had died all those years ago. She had avoided returning, knowing it would hurt, knowing the pain would come rushing back. But here she was. Sitting at the ponds edge, watching the fireflies zoom just inches from the water and frogs croaking lazily from hidden edges, she thought about that day. It didn't really matter how she died, what mattered was that the air was taken from her lungs and had dictated her afterlife. Every day since then, she had been taken wherever the wind blew without any regard for her wants or wishes. The whole of her form was wispy and incomplete, easily waved away by a wayward branch or drop of rain. That's what being a wind spirit was. Wind spirits varied in how they dealt with being dead. All spirits were really. A light breeze came from gentle and kind spirits, while torn...

The clock on my bedside table ticked away silently as I stared out the window into the night. It wasn't dark, the street lights prevented that, but above the warm cover of the lights the sky was dark and cloudless. A car occasionally drove past, but nothing much happened at this late hour when most people slumbered. An occasional wind gust rattled doors and pushed tree branches against the side of the house, but nothing struck me as unusual. My blankets wrapped loosely around me as a sprawled to another position, still unable to find the right position to engage sleep and relaxation. Something was keeping me up and I just couldn't figure out what. It seemed it would just be one of those nights. I rolled again to find the remote to turn on the TV. Maybe the droning of a show I had seen a thousand times would help me find peace. As I scrolled to find my show the bed started to lightly vibrate, until it got more and more violent. My sheets escaped my fists and my pillows slid to...