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"The Story of Rory" by endisnigh
Rory poured over his sewing machine, working on his last finishing touches of his new spectral garb. He had spent hours working on his Halloween costume, gearing up for the new spooky season. The maroon-coloured Flotsam felt like he was finally done and held up his handiwork to inspect for loose stitches or other eye sores. “Looks good! Let’s check it out!” Rory exclaimed to himself and quickly hurried over to his standing mirror to try it on. He pulled the white sheet over his head and examined how the fabric fell. His piercing red eyes stood out against the white background. His costume was the perfect fit, except his tail still hung out in the back. The Flotsam had even sewn a little smile in the front. “I love it! A perfect little ghost,” Rory said with a smile, admiring his work. The Halloween Flotsam had a plan with his new ghostly attire. He always seemed to be getting himself in trouble, pulling pranks and scaring his elderly neighbours. He never had any cruel intentions, he just wanted to have some fun. Rory had toilet papered yards, positioned lawn gnomes to be turned towards the front door to look like they were sentient, jumped from bushes in front of unsuspecting victims…

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