Write about a person who meets with the ghost of an old friend for tea every so often.

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“The Tenant” by Gloria Salazar

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“Sharon? Sharon are you down there? Hello?” The voice floated down from the ceiling above. A translucent blob of white that might have been the last remnants of an early morning fog wriggled back and forth attempting to free itself.Sharon, an elderly woman sporting a shocking blue perm with swatches of white hair streaking through it rolled slowly into the room her wheelchair squeaking pleasantly. Her thin frail arms pushed upon the spokes of her chair with a strength they did not show. “Esmerelda?” Her ancient voice cracked from disuse. She...

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“Unlucky Thirteenth” by Nusa Zam

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The September sky blushed red as the sun began to set. The hum of traffic began to slow as rush hour ebbed away and dusk set in. For most people, this was a time for unwinding and relaxation from a day’s stressful work, but for one girl, the stress had yet to begin.In a cushy café tucked away at the end of Lloyd Street, Nuri stared impatiently at her last customer whilst scraping a bit of a steak pie off her apron. He was an elderly man, languidly finishing off his custard doughnut. Realising that he would probably take a long-time finishing...

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“The Ghostest with the Mostest” by Sue Marsh

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The Ghostest with the MostestSuzanne Marsh“The reading of the will of Miss Fanny Draper” the lawyer's boomed loudly. I was the only person there. I had Miss Fanny one summer when I was about sixteen. I had taken a job of house sitting for her. She was a neighbor of ours. She was also very eccentric. I could not understand why I was the only person sitting there, I knew she had relatives that lived in New York. Mr. James, the lawyer, continued, his voice lower. “Miss Charlotte (Fanny Draper) has deeded to you Miss Adeline Hanson all of her wo...

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“To Be the Man I Once Was” by Miz Erie

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The years haven’t been gentle. Benjamin’s legs don’t move as quickly as they once did, and his gait falters more often than he cares to admit. He pauses just before the glass front of Déjà Brew to straighten his cinnamon cardigan and comb his fingers through—“Damn it!” Benjamin grimaces at the smart of his old shoulder injury from when—he can’t drown in the helplessness and dejection that paralyzed him for months after the collision again. At least, not right now. His shaggy, white hair will just have to remain wind-tousled.As usual, Ryan is...

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“Saying Good bye” by Mushroom (flammulina Velutipes)

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The kettle whistles, and I stand up, putting away my phone. I wasn't boiling water before, but it's not surprising - Florence usually stops by at around this time.I wander into my kitchenette, looking around. Sure enough, Florence is hovering just in front of some of my upper cupboards, looking for something.She doesn't look up as I enter the kitchenette."Where do you keep your tea cups?" she asks in her high, rather reedy voice. "One cupboard to your left. Don't use the porcelain ones, they were a gift from my mother," I say. She reaches th...

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“You Can't See Me” by Clifford Gibson

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"Mrs. Newhouse wants you to help her move some ferns up to the atrium," Charles, the head gardener, said. " I’ll be in town to run a few errands, so take the flatbed down to the big greenhouse and follow Mrs. Newhouse’s instructions. She might want you to move some other plants around in the atrium. Do what she says. I won’t be back until you quit for the day.”“Okay,” Chris said. He was glad to have the truck to himself, even if it was only to go from the carriage house to the greenhouse, and then up to the big house. He was happy when he co...

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“Very Important Teas” by Giacomo Signaroldi

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“…And he died in exile, after an entire life of conquests and power, in the remote island of St. Helena, 5 may 1821…”“Lucky him! He spent his last day reading and enjoying the beautiful, sunny weather of the island!”“Mr Corey, I am PRETTY sure that it was not a luck for a man with his personality and his ambitions! If you really want to interrupt my class, try to do it with more intelligent contributions to the topic!”“But professor Mc Donnell, I am instead kind of confident in thinking that Napoleon was an avid reader and had a really quiet...

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“After you,” by Chandani Holliday

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It’s Tuesday again! Tuesday is my favourite day of the week. It’s not Monday, so I feel more awake and prepared for what is to come and it’s not Wednesday, the mid-week slog-day. On Tuesdays, I get the day off from work and on Tuesdays, I meet my best friend Stephanie for coffee. We go to the same coffee shop and always meet different people; some are kind and some are rude; some give me funny looks and some give me a strange, sad smile. Apart from the Barista, Jayden, he’s always there and he always smiles when he sees me. I always meet Ste...

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“Reunited ” by Randi W

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England 1885 11-year-old Abigail rearranged the tea cups on the white lace table cloth; her fingers shook a little as she lit the match and carefully lit the wick. As a soft yellow glow filled the moonlit room steam rose from the teacups. With shaky hands, Abigail smoothed her day dress, waiting anxiously for him to arrive. As soon as the maid helped her into her ni...

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“Tabitha's Come to Tea” by Deborah Mercer

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It was just one of those traditions, one of those little catchphrases that develop over the period of time and become part of the language of a certain environment, and barely comprehensible to anyone outside it. In the computer and mobile phone shop where I worked, if we heard the kind of little noises that you do hear in old buildings, especially when the weather is capricious, and when we were having our tea break (as we still called it, though most of us preferred coffee) then it’s a fair bet ...

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“See You Soon” by Mellie Alethea

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You sit at the small table, just waiting. It’s quite sad to see a grown woman sitting alone at a tea table surrounded by stuffed animals with a sad-looking feather boa barely laying on her shoulders. But you do this for me. You do this for me, though you don’t know when I’ll show up. I never show up on time, but you say that’s a good quirk. ‘Makes everything a little more interesting,’ you had said. ‘Keeps me on my toes.’ You sigh to yourself and lightly push a teacup over. I smile at your boredom because even though I’m not here yet, ...

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“For Old Times' Sake (L1.2)” by Kathleen March

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For Old Times’ Sake Lavinia met her old friend María Balteira in a small bar near near the Praza do Toural in Santiago. She had invited her old friend, who was a minstrel, which meant she was paid for her services as a courtesan with King Alphonse the Wise. Balteira was from too long ago for Lavinia to ever locate and archive any artifacts pertaining to her, but they’d still gotten to know and like each other over the years. In fact, they were old friends. They went way back, you could say. Balteira arrived a few minutes late, grumbling. She...

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“On Angel's Wings” by Clara Wilde

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I avoided looking at the ghost's nearly see-through eyes. No matter how much time had passed since her death, the grief hit me like a tsunami every time I caught her eye.She, on the other hand, was much less bothered. Carefree in life and unchanging in death, she didn't seem to notice that she was a dead thing and I was alive. Or was she dead? I could never decide if the soul of a deceased person could be strictly counted as dead. And Naomi's softly glowing spirit felt so alive. Her hazel eyes glowed and her hands moved animatedly as she tal...

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“Antoinette's Cafe” by Flynn Oakley

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The air was filled with the sweet scent of newly bloomed gardenias, and the sky looked as if an artist painted light pastels and dabbed it with white silk clouds, the streets were less crowded than usual, and all that seemed to roam on it were a group of girls and a about 5 other people. It was slightly chilly and everyone was bundled in scarves and coats.I looked over at the signs of the window shops on the side of the streets reading over each one. Marie's Diner, BeYOUtiful Boutique, Kelvin's Tailor, Ally's Angel Saloon, and then the one I...

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“An unexpected visit” by Luis Grammont

Submitted to Contest #32

It was one in the morning and a big noise woke me up, with fear, I got up from my bed and with fear, I walked slowly to my door, a huge crashing sound downstairs kept me wondering if I really wanted to check "if I had a cat this would not be a problem" I thought. I step out of my room cautiously, looking everywhere and turning every single light I could find. I tiptoe downstairs, watching my steps. The kitchen was in total darkness, a dish crashed in front of me, almost hitting me. I squeaked. The hazy pale thing did not bother ...

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Write about a person who meets with the ghost of an old friend for tea every so often.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 111 stories

“The Tenant” by Gloria Salazar

“Unlucky Thirteenth” by Nusa Zam

“The Ghostest with the Mostest” by Sue Marsh

“To Be the Man I Once Was” by Miz Erie

“Saying Good bye” by Mushroom (flammulina Velutipes)

“You Can't See Me” by Clifford Gibson

“Very Important Teas” by Giacomo Signaroldi

“After you,” by Chandani Holliday

“Reunited ” by Randi W

“Tabitha's Come to Tea” by Deborah Mercer

“See You Soon” by Mellie Alethea

“For Old Times' Sake (L1.2)” by Kathleen March

“On Angel's Wings” by Clara Wilde

“Antoinette's Cafe” by Flynn Oakley

“An unexpected visit” by Luis Grammont

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Write about someone who works an average job — but incorporate elements of magic into it.

Write about two people in a relationship. One of them has special powers, the other does not.

Write a story that includes characters who are aware they are a work of fiction.

Write a story about someone who can pause time or re-live old memories at will.

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