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Write a story from a ghost’s point of view.

Posted in Halloween on Oct 20, 2023

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“A Night in the Swamps” by Bracy Ratcliff

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Nights in the swamps could render the bravest souls paralyzed with fear. Some nights were better than others, when the moon was full and bright the shadows didn’t dance so much from the distant lights of ships in the channel. But this night was particularly bad. He walked almost a mile down the narrow asphalt road, per the directions from a welder working with him on the ship refit. For the first hundred yards or so his shadow was on the ground in front of him, but gradually as he moved away from the ship and its lights h...

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“The Disembodiment of Tong Leung” by 𝗢wen 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿

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Somewhere, Write flips a switch, and the rain begins. From your spot on the pier, you watch the clouds form, rolling across the harbour. When you first arrived in the City, you asked Write why he bothered creating nights and days and rain and storms and tides. That day, he appeared to you in his usual form — a young man, spiked hair, black T-shirt. He shrugged in that busy way of his, like he was always in two places at once.—It keeps us all human, he said. Then he taught you how to stop the weather. How to turn it off locally if y...

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“Annoying people” by Bill Soest

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Annoying People People are so annoying. I now understand how when I was young the old people would harass me and my friends for being too loud in public. Our laughing and playful banter at the park was fun to us. But not to the old men who would sit on the park benches and grumble about the young whipper-snappers and all the noise and commotion we made. I get it now, I truly get it. I have tried really hard to understand the children on the playground. How they can make up a game and all of them seem to know these unwritten rules, and how to...

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“My Purpose” by Alexandria Sammataro

Submitted to Contest #221

I drift through my house, alone. Through the floors, the walls, the doors. I can do whatever I please, for I am freed from the shackles of life. But alas, as I stare out the window on this bright winter morning, at the snow that has fallen over my front yard, I realize, I have no purpose. Death has not brought me to heaven, nor to hell. I am not an angel or a demon. I am a ghost. And what do ghosts do? Are they sad? Do they pity themselves in death? Or perhaps they are happy. They can go anywhere they please, do anything they want. A common ...

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“Withering Velvet Heart” by Venus G

Submitted to Contest #221

She felt like a ribbon streak. A ray of light rich enough to give me youth yet I’m a cold. A shiver down her spine of fear after the sunsets with anxiety and every time she comes back up the fear seems to disappear but—how can she look at me like I’m velvet royalty when I’m just a midnight line of forgotten strength? I’m incomplete but when she smiles I feel heat. She’s a sunrise and I set– the world on fire… yes. How can she love me when I’m less than lavender and she’s gold? Many try to forget about the building beyond the hill. Days are...

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“The Bees” by Aya Tubinshlak

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My name was Aspen, like the place. Or the tree. I can’t remember now.I knew two places well: Home, and the White Room. I think about them often. Home, and the White Room, and Daniel, and Ma.Home was dark. Too dark. Home was air that was heavy; a silent room, but for the occasional sound of Ma, coming in to check on me. Home was Ma’s warm hand on my cheek, a cool towel on my forehead, water trickling down like a heartbeat. It was lukewarm milk and Ma’s perfume, sweet like honey and jasmine, and the low hum of insects and cars passing by outsi...

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“The Pose” by Scott Taylor

Submitted to Contest #221

“Excuse me, you’re not supposed to be here.” I turned to see a young, undressed woman with a spirit board. She was in a somewhat darkened room with only a few lit candles for effect. The shadows accentuated her attributes, making her a sight to behold. Smoke filled the air from different incense burners. All that was missing was a crystal ball. I thought it strange that I could detect the sharp odor of the incense. Distracted by her beauty, the sense of smell eluded me. Minutes earlier, I was with four generations of Graysons. I represe...

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“Fall ” by Rita Ferreira

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I died a few years ago. From what? It doesn't matter. I waited for death. I thought it would be liberating. On the other hand, I stopped feeling physical pain, but the emotional pain increased. I hadn't seen it coming. I didn't know I had stored up so much pain.  I've always felt close to my granddaughter, she's like me. She's always been very sensitive, and when her parents divorced, she thought it was her fault, she was still a child. I told her no, that she was enough and loved. She began to get close to me, to see me as a father, an...

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“Moonday” by Lizzie Corrado

Submitted to Contest #221

The wind howled as fog swiftly rolled through the dark streets of Moonwood. The night had fallen over the quiet town as Friday the 13th slowly approached the anxious ghouls which inhabited the land of the supernatural.  Moonwood was a normal town, at least for those who lived there. It was a familiar setting, similar to earth, only filled with ghostly spirits. It was the land of the dead and supernatural, but there was not much spooky about it. The exception however being Friday the 13th. Every resident of Moonwood` had their life take...

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“New Beginnings” by Hillie Jeffery

Submitted to Contest #221

Part 1 Darkness. No sound, no smell, no feeling. Only darkness. Where am I? I'm trying to remember, but my head is fuzzy. A faint sparkle catches my eyes. My chain is thrown on the ground, torn and dusty. This is the necklace I asked for for our anniversary. "Do you understand the price of this necklace?" "It is expensive, but worth every penny." "I'm not talking about money. I’m talking about the hours I'll have to work for it. Time we could spend together." A red-blue light pierces the darkness. A blinding white flashlight. A gloved ...

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“Resounding Knock” by Spark Dooley

Submitted to Contest #221

A loud, resounding knock came from the front room, repeating and echoing. I rubbed the coarse sleep from my eyes, slowly blinking to adjust to the early morning light. The piercing rays from the sun penetrated deep into my cornea, rendering me momentarily blind. My room was a mess, the entire house was. I peered at my ticking clock; each click of the hands pierced my ears, growing with each tick. The hands felt as though they were reaching into my brain and dissecting the cerebral matter from my head. "5:45 a.m.," I dug the palms of my hands...

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“Last Act Loop” by Kristy Yoder

Submitted to Contest #221

She should have been here by now, my whispers come out in small puffs that seem to hang in the darkening evening. My eyes lifted as the town clock whirled and boomed out 3, 4, 7 beats. The branches of the trees seemed to shiver along with me and I tightened my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering. Shifting from one foot to another I wrapped my coat tighter around myself. Smiling at a passing stranger, they seemed to look straight through me. I shook my head, people just got ruder and ruder everyday it seemed. It didn’t help the anxiety ...

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“Haunted.” by Geeta Boodansingh

Submitted to Contest #221

Trigger warning :This story contains suicide, sexual assault, gore.Anger drapes the room in uncomfortable silence. Resentment and spite have become the trimmings that decorate the dinner table. Both my parents sit on opposite ends, as far apart as the space would allow. Their silence conveys more honesty, more meaning than any of their words spoken aloud ever had.I try to diffuse the tension. A funny story, some made up joy from my day.Silence, save for the scrape of cutlery. Disapproval hangs heavy in the air.I could shout and scream and th...

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“NOT AS IT SEEMS ” by Julie Aragão

Submitted to Contest #221

"No, no, no, no. Please don't do this."I can see her crossing the street, a couple of guys already awaiting with a small package in hand. She gives one of them crumpled money, and the other pulls her into a too-sensual hug, sticking something in her back pocket.Seriously, in the middle of the streets.I'm from a different part of town, and I have no idea how I got here and how to return to my place. Nobody here sees me, I talk to people, and they just ignores me. I was supposed to be at Balvanera with Leandra. She must be pissed thi...

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“A Ghost's Story” by Aaron Mooney

Submitted to Contest #221

It starts with the nightmare. Not every night, necessarily, but enough of them to burn an image into my mind’s eye, like staring into the sun. It climbs the stairs leading up to my room where I sleep, where I work and eke out my meager existence. I shouldn’t call it an It, really, when I know in my gut that it’s a He.He calls himself Stanley; that’s what I hear in my sleep, whispered in my ear where his breath touches me like wisps of smoke. Sometimes he does more tangible things than that. I hear Him walking up the stairs leading to my room...

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