Hey Community Creations forum!
I’m not a regular here but, for an english language assignment, I was asked to write a short story using the name ‘The ghost’s bargain’ (a famous Dickens novel) as a title. I’m not sure whether or not I’ll be able to use this as a final submission because, obviously, Halo is a copyrighted franchise, but I was wondering if I could get some feedback to help me decide if it’s worth expanding on, or if I should start planning again.
Thanks in advance 
The more I think about it, the less I remember. As I look deeper within my past – within the memories themselves – the stories become blurred. The things I take as definite become increasingly uncertain as each new day approaches and inevitably comes to an end. As the vision widens, the world is obscured; the truth is obstructed by the memories that will surely haunt me forever.
I lose track of my thoughts as I become aware that my voice is no longer an echo in the pool of my mind, and I am not alone in hearing it. A silent visitor stands absently in the doorway.
“Halsey.” I declare, knowing the identity of the apparition all too well.
“You haven’t forgotten me then?” The female jokes, the hostility in her voice serving as a tribute to her bitter and ignorant presence.
I can’t even look at you. The things you put them through – things you put ME through.
“Can you ever justify what you did?” I question.
The woman pauses, calculating a viable response, but there can be no way to justify the horror that she had inflicted upon us. A few seconds pass with neither word nor sound emerging from her lips.
Good. If you had said something – anything at all – I would have probably done something I would be regretting right now. Perhaps there might be an ounce of dignity in your pathetic mind.
Unlikely.
“Tell me why you’ve come here.” I ask, puzzled by the sudden visit from an unwelcome face.
“Well, I’m not here to ask for your forgiveness if that’s what you were expecting.” She barks - her sarcastic undertones more than emphasised.
As if I’m supposed to believe that you would ever be looking for contentment. You know as well as I do – probably more so – that your burdens can never be cleansed. And they never will be cleansed. Your sins will never leave your sides, Dr. Halsey. You know I’m right.
Even the devil can accept its existence. Your existence.
EDIT: Forgot to mention - It’s nowhere near finished so don’t say anything like ‘it’s too short’ etc…