The True Story of Not-So-Believed Events

Memoir (or Accusation?) of a Ghost from Christmases Past

(This is just a quick 100-word satire written from a very different Tiny Tim perspective. It’s for a Substack Writing Prompt: Write about a book being ghostwritten by an actual ghost.)

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Poor wretched boy. That’s how they characterized me. Like I was frail and weak, and I never had a bad word to say about anybody.

That’s what they wanted you to think.

Knocking back a pint, talking about what would sell in the weeklies, they dismissed the real story immediately. Too hard to believe a kid would do that. And ghosts only exist in dreams.

Yeah, right. Suckers.

The real ghosts are the ones who beat you up at night because you’re attempting to sleep under the rubbish stench of the Thames.

Old Man Scrooge never saw me coming.