I gasped as I pushed back from my last rep,

I gasped as I pushed back from my last rep, sweating and panting, my body slumped against the weight machine. Was this wrong? Why was a ghost like me so interested in bodybuilding?

I thought if I could get my weight up from 21 grams to about 30, the female ghosts would pick me. Isn't that how supernatural selection works? I asked a biologist, but he screamed

I mean, screened, GhostBusters which totally offended me. When will the living stop treating ghosts like second class citizens?

I mean, how much more corporeal punishment could they take, anyway? Hah! See what I did there?

I thought hard... a pun? a simile? an ironic statement about the bourgeois upperclass and its propensity for cruelty? It was over my head and under the radar.

my fate. So I put on the Hat of Shame, the Coat of a Humiliation the Gloves of Mortification and the Wellington Boots of Embarrassment and walked out never to return. On the way to

somewhere no one knew me & I'd never be recognized ever, ever again, my head was hanging so low, I never even noticed the shadows gathering round me in the Forest of Redemption.

A soft whisper caught my attention and I lifted my head. I was completely surrounded by dark figures. I stopped walking and thinking about escaping the town and got ready to

start running away from the dead walkers that had been following me. The town was in crisis! It was either to stay there and be a hero or scape and continue living!