Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

     Ghost Roaster walked down the street. The cool autumn breeze blew up against his face, but he couldn't feel it. Ghouls don't have a nervous system as good as ours, and Ghost Roaster was no different. He could feel pain and other things like it, but he couldn't feel something as light as a gentle breeze. 
     For at least 5 years by now, Ghost Roaster had been trying to find something to do with the rest of his life. Soon after they had killed Kaos, the Skylanders began to drift apart. Soon enough, there were only about 12 Skylanders who stuck around. Ghost Roaster was one of the first to leave. He never really liked being a Skylander. He would much rather lived an ordinary life, but he also wanted to help Skylands. But, now that he finnaly got to live an ordinaryish life, he had no idea what to do with it. He had gotten so used to being a hero, that he had forgotten how to be normal. 
     He let out a sigh and looked at the ground. Suddenly, he heard someone yell his name.
     "Oh my f*cking God! Ghost Roaster!" a familiar male voice yelled from within the crowd.
     He recognized that voice. He also recognized the person who was rushing toward him at maximum speed. The person was a male ghost who had blue skin, dark blue eyes, and was about half an inch shorter than Ghost Roaster. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie and tight black pants. He ran up to Ghost Roaster with a huge smile.
     "Holy sh*t! I thought I'd never see you again!" the ghost cried.
     Ghost Roaster automatically recognised him as Grim Creeper, another former Skylander.