For a while now, I've thought that new authors should start a blog, posting their work in progress and adding a podcast for each section. Basically, it would allow the author to receive feedback and keep the reader on the edge of their seats, wanting the next section. I've decided to take my own advice and give it a shot. My story is called "Ghost Images." This is the first part. To subscribe to the "Ghost Images" podcast only, go to http://ryangoodenough.com/category/ghost-images/feed ___________________________ I I still remember the first time I noticed it had happened. I was in L.A. for the summer of my junior year, trying to impress the Mouse over at Disney. I was walking to work, as I loved to do back then (something had made me decide that the only way to get anywhere was walking). That day, I was by the gas station, walking across the entrance, when it happened. A car almost hit me. The problem was, the car wasn’t there. Walking in L.A. was definitely a hazard. No one walks or even rides their bike there. That means that a lot of the time, you’re watching over your shoulder to make sure that a car doesn’t hit you. Crossing an entrance to a gas station was of particular danger. Like a fat kid staring at the last slice of pizza, car drivers lock their vision to the gas station and will not stop at anything en route to their gas. And yet, I had made sure that I wouldn’t be hit. I had looked up and down the street and there were no cars coming either way with their signal lights on. Not that it really means anything, seeing that no one uses their damn flashers anyway. But I wasn’t wrong that day, there were no cars turning. Yet, in my mind, I swore a car almost had hit me. It was almost as if as soon as I saw the car, it wasn’t there.