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Ghostwriter

4/13/2015

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I’d like it to be known that this is based on a real person that I know. She is a very kind 
person who does not get the recognition she deserves. I know she’d hate her name to 
known but I hope that you stumble upon this. She’s too humble and kind for that. But I 
do hope it brings a smile to your face.

The definition of a ghostwriter is as such: a person whose job it is to write 
material for someone else who is the named author. Ghostwriters are 
unacknowledged, overlooked, forgotten, neglected. This girl was a ghostwriter. She 
didn’t use pen and paper as her medium though. No. This girl used kindness. This 
girl wrote the tale of kindness on others’ hearts. 

Reserved. Quiet. Intelligent. Three key words could describe the ghostwriter. 
Everyone knows her as this. A few only see this. But it shouldn’t be like that. 
Everyone should know that this young woman is kind. A sweet girl. She wanders the 
hall lonely but with a smile on her face. She stays in the back supporting others and 
only taking spotlight when others are too frightened. 

I remember when I first met her. We were sophomores and I had forgotten 
money for lunch. I had sat down and a few minutes later this girl comes up to me 
with a lunch tray and puts it in front of me. 

“I didn’t want you to go hungry.” She told me quietly before walking away. I 
remember the boys telling me she had a crush on me and I remember calling her an 
ugly freak as she walked away. I had seen her before. I knew her name. I knew she 
was brilliant. But I had never spoken to her and I hadn’t even told her thank you. She 
had turned around when I had muttered my cruel words and she stared at me with a 
smile she sat down. She had heard me. Or so I thought. I don’t know. I’ve never 
asked. I’ll never know. 

She drifted in the halls and jumped from desk to desk helping her classmates, 
taking the blame for actions so the punishment would be less severe. After all, who 
would scold this sweet girl? I tried to ignore her but I always found for her. 

A book fell, this maiden swept in. A pencil was needed; a box was given. 
Someone was pushed to the side; a warm hand steadied them. A boy shivered in 
anger, fear, sadness, a kind girl came with concerned eyes. A teenager stuttered; she 
echoed strongly. Money was short, she came with some to spare. A young man 
forgot an assignment; she arrived with an extra copy and answers. An old man 
stumbled; she walked him across the street. An old woman sat alone in a coffee 
shop; she bought her a coffee and smiled. A dog cowered in a bush; she gave in a 
bowl of food. 

Whenever she went she graced the area in kindness and hospitality. She 
smiled, she waved, she spoke. She was a ghostwriter. A piece of paper with kind 
words was left on the ground. A treat for someone appeared on a table. A completed 
assignment materialized. The ghostwriter vanished. 

The maiden came and went in few steps. She was present one second, gone 
the next. If you were not the recipient of her gift, someone near you was. If they 
were not, they hadn’t found it yet. 

But where are the ghostwriter’s gifts? She sits alone in the coffee shop. Her 
books fall. She’s left without lunch. Why? Her money bought yours. 
A ghostwriter goes without recognition. A ghostwriter is never the recipient. 

When asked their purpose, they make a lie. They deny. It breaks your heart. 
Maiden, ghostwriter, she speaks so strongly. Her accent is beautiful. But she 
stutters. When you do kindness to her, she is confused. She is scared. You do her 
kindness and she must repay you with a favor, with money. Kindness does not find 
its way to her. Ghostwriter is noticed for a split second and she is no longer her 
strong, motherly self. 

No. Find her, speak to her, watch her fade. She’ll be there, then she’ll be gone. 
I will never know her story. Is it heartbreaking? Is it troubling? Is it beautiful? 
I will never know. You will never know. No one will ever know. But perhaps that is 
the beautiful thing. Ghostwriter’s gifts are sudden and perfect. Her presence is 
sudden and perfect. Her smile is always and perfect. Would her gifts be as beautiful 
as they are if she was an open book? Would we want her to be an open book? Is 
there ugly in her beautiful ways? 

She is unacknowledged, overlooked, forgotten, neglected. She fades away 
quickly. It is sad. It is beautiful. Watch the maiden walk. Watch the maiden smile. For 
the maiden will disappear into the air like a ghost. 

-ZV
2 Comments
Writer of the Shadows
4/16/2015 04:07:40 am

I think that it is really amazing that someone decided to tell an untold story like that.

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Mr. Grossen
2/7/2018 09:59:26 am

DANG, yo!
What a great piece! I think we could trim a little fat around the edges to give it more punch, but man!
What a great outpouring of emotion.
The mark of good writing is that it makes the reader feel.
And this piece did just that.

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