Ghost Tag: Urban Fantasy

Drifting through the trees, weightless in real time, while around everything else moves in slow-motion. I move slow, but if you glance up, all you'll see is leaves rustling quickly or maybe a flicker of white. It is a frustration, I tell you. I understand why some ghosts start zooming through people, or deliberately creating cold breezes. The strongest can even knock items over. Me? Not so much. But I did learn that I can--age--buildings. I may not be able to grab a can of spray paint and tag anymore, but I can damn well make the bricks age and the mortar chip and the mildew die, leaving "Ghost" behind in its place.

Inspiration: "Aish Tamid" - Matisyahu
Story Potential: High?
Notes: But this is a character. But a teen ghost, who can still do some things--and then something else happens, and he/she is actually called to...could be fun. YA, though, which--gah! can I even write?