Blogging for Accord Hospice: Day 88

I'm sorry if this story disappoints, but I wanted to try something different--so I wrote a story, with many words that are actually anagrams of my name. Once again, I have a bad case of writer's block, and this is a trick an English prof told me about, a few years back. I've never tried it before, and probably never will again, judging by the result, ha-ha. So, I am sorry if this story seems a bit silly and confusing. But one only truly fails, if one never even tries, ey?

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DAY 88

STORY #88

The Beach Crashers

The Bay Channel Ghost was pleased. All the tourists had gone--- he had the beach shanty to himself--or so he thought. But then, the Banyan Lech ghost came along, and brought his weirdo forth-dimension friends with him. And, they even brought their dirty washing with them!

Hanging from the shanty’s gable hatch was the beach gnat’s nylons, and, Baa Lynch’s thong! Ab the gnome whigned he was hungry, and Banyon yelled, “Go bangle yer nachos!” “Aye,” said Baa, “Ab’s nacho is lengthy.” The Bay Channel Ghost quickly booked a holiday at a haunted castle for some peace and quiet.