I held my good but now dead, old, dirty, slobbery, ripped shoes. Ripped to shreds from the blasted dog next door, Rupert. The owners next door don't have a fence so Rupert just runs around shredding shoes and digging up gardens. Rupert is a Rottweiler. He's got dark brown fur with a bit of a tan colour around his mouth and stomach and a decent size for a dog not too big. In a way his kinda cute without all the viciousness.
All I was trying to do today was get home from the public pool on my bike but no, Rupert just had to chew up one of my best pair of shoes. How am I going to explain this to Mum? She thinks Rupert is one of the kindest dogs.
(prompt: ripped shoes)

Once every June my family lights a lantern and lifts it into the sky. They do this because three years ago when I was 14, I died. I didn't commit suicide, I was taken by a masked figure, then before I knew it I was stabbed multiple times on my legs and chest. But that's not the point, I died and I'm a ghost now.
At the last lantern ceremony, I made a friend. A real friend from the living world, she can somehow see and hear me. She just stood there in shock, as was I to the fact that she saw me. She is a light skinned, Puerto Rican, long hair and a body like whoa. She seemed like a perfect human, she never even wore makeup. She is 17 like me. She would always talk to strangers as if she knew them for years. She's a little strange, she seemed a bit too confident with knifes. Although it's nice to actually talk to the living.
(random idea)