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Write a story from the point of view of a ghost, vampire, or werewolf.

Posted in Short Story on Oct 11, 2024

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Haunting Me

Submitted to Contest #272

Time doesn’t march; it dashes, kicking up the ever-shifting sands of memory onto an open soul’s eye. All you can do is watch as it zooms past you.It’s even truer when you’re a ghost, floating above everything you used to know --- the same halls you used to roam, the very smells that used to tickle you every time you breathe, the people you used to hold tightly by your bosom. And yes, it still stands even if the one living being you miss embracing, the only one that made you come back to Earth on a mission to let her know that you still think...

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The Werewolf’s Wife

Michelle Oliver

Submitted to Contest #272

There is nothing worse than fleas, and I come crawling home covered in the buggers. Megan gave me that look as she stood at the counter fixing breakfast. The look that says, Oh, for the love of God! I know that expression well. The side eye roll, the firmly clenched lips that are going white about the edges, and the stiff shoulders. I slink by her sheepishly, straight to the shower, knowing she won’t appreciate fleas at breakfast.In the bathroom, I transform. I have found that it’s the best place to do so, as I always emerge from my other se...

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Paranormal Pals and Predicaments

Submitted to Contest #272

“I’m calling a meeting!” Andrew announced, letting his voice carry down the hall to his roommate’s doors. Violet threw her door open, rubbing her eyes and yawning widely. “It’s so late, why are you shouting?” she groaned. Andrew frowned as she yawned, revealing her pointed canines. “I know it’s morning, but this is important. We need to discuss the apartment inspection; he’ll be here any minute.” “What’s to discuss?” Amy asked, her incorporeal form floating through her door. “I’m in the middle of educating some idiot on just how amazin...

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Ghost

Chelsey B

Submitted to Contest #272

Ghost shuddered as the woman draped his wet form over the clothesline. At least, he would have shuddered if he had a muscular and nervous system. He winced as she secured three clothespins to his middle, but the pain was only imaginary. The wind blew. Ghost would have shivered from the chill as his sides billowed in the breeze, again, if only he had a nervous system. The woman sighed and moved down the line. She pinned a row of socks, and then a row of underpants. The autumn sun shone bright, but it lacked the warmth of sum...

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The Trouble with Being a Kindly Spirit

Submitted to Contest #272

*** TW: death by sky-diving ***No rest for the wicked? You’re having a laugh. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt since (quite literally) crash-landing on the ‘other side of life’ so to speak, it’s that while the truly evil spirits might have their work cut out when it comes to the number of guest appearances they’re obliged to make in the minds of the living (and which, let’s face it, only serves to boost their already over-inflated egos) it’s rarely the case that us run-of-the-mill, inherently good, peace-loving souls are compensated in kind....

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Phenomenal

Martin Ross

Submitted to Contest #272

I knew the other three who’d come on board, but had never made the formal acquaintance. Nor from what I’d learned, would have cared to.The other guys, no idea. I use “guys” loosely, without gender assignment. Which isn’t a horrible thing — people more than ever are just kinda people, despite the plucky can-do dementia of the Proud Boys and rollers and Florida and guys like my two new “friends” who seemed to swing dicks with random glee. Today’s vast uncertainty liberates me from the subconscious “rules” of attraction or aggression and the tr...

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life in death

Emily Lees

Submitted to Contest #272

I could do nothing but watch. Most days, I saw cars zoom past in a dizzying blur of red, silver, and blue. Animals hesitated at the road’s edge, bodies tense, eyes calculating the perfect moment to dart across the asphalt. I watched weary truck drivers lean forward, faces etched with exhaustion, their bloodshot eyes fixed on the glowing blue and yellow lines guiding them through the night. Occasionally, cop cars raced by, sirens blaring and lights slicing through the darkness, forcing other drivers to swerve aside in relief that they weren’t...

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Ghost Song

Joseph Ellis

Submitted to Contest #272

They came to hurt us again. Not just me. They bring a machine specifically for this purpose. They came to hurt The Doctor and little Lulubelle, and the transient ghosts who sometimes occupy the cells. The first time they turned the machine on, I didn’t hear the screams of the others, only my own. The second time I heard them all, but mixed together. The third time I could hear each one, discreetly, distinctly.This is the fourth time they’ve come. The first time it was just one man, carrying the machine like a child carrying a watermelon, set...

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Mommy's Saddest Day Ever

Hannah Lynn

Submitted to Contest #272

“Mommy, don’t cry.” I climbed up onto the bed and scooted under her blanket. She lay curled up on her side, and I squeezed into the space that was empty near her tummy, facing her. I stared into her eyes which held the sadness of the world. “I’m ok. I promise,” I whispered to her without reaction except for another tear slipping out sliding sideways landing on her pillow. I reached up to wipe the streak that the tear had left behind feeling my mother’s softness that I remembered so well. Every year on the same day she d...

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Visiting Time

Penelope Stansfield

Submitted to Contest #272

This story contains themes of grief, loss, and trauma. Mentions a car accident, death, physical injuries, and emotional pain.Early Sunday morning, the bus station is quiet with just the remains of last night's takeaway wrappers rolling around the stands, like dirty greasy passengers who’ve disembarked but have nowhere to go. The November chill turns my breath into little lost clouds and the slight breeze carries the scent of autumn, tickling my nostrils. Of all the places to be on a Sunday morning, this isn’t what I’d choose. ...

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The Friendly Phantom

Murray Burns

Submitted to Contest #272

The Friendly Phantom“A man’s got to know his limitations.”-Clint Eastwood/Dirty HarryOut and About the Town on a Chilly October Evening-“Boo!”Nothing.“Boo!!”Nothing.“BOO!!!”Worse than nothing- laughter.Wilbur dreaded turning in his tally sheet for the day at this evening’s meeting at the PIA (Poltergeists in Action) Lodge. Thirteen attempts; the number of people frightened- zero. Damien won’t be happy. Wilbur again felt like a complete failure as he slowly made his way back to the Lodge.The PIA Lodge-“Gosh, Wilbur, you’re almost late ag...

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Yes, Demons Do Exist

Jeff Meade

Submitted to Contest #272

Yes, Demons Do ExistI watched the safari truck jostle along the rough dirt track, weaving around mud holes and low hanging acacia branches. Dusk had fallen moments before, and the family hanging out of the pop-up roof squinted fervently through the gloom to spot the elusive leopard. What they spotted instead was me, and I had timed this perfectly.“Dad, did you see that?” I heard the youngest girl squeal, wagging her finger towards the rear of the vehicle. The family had been calling her Quincy. Her older sister was Berkeley, and the other fa...

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The Fancy Ladies of New Orleans

Nicki Nance

Submitted to Contest #272

“Tori, come quickly. Elizabeth Greco sat at the vanity in the bedroom that she and her sister shared from their childhood until their death. Victoria hurried into the room. “What are you going on about?” She stood directly behind Elizabeth and followed her gaze. “Oh…”Without taking her eyes from the mirror, Victoria tried to join her sister on the vanity bench, but her chenille robe stuck to the flowered velvet tufting. “Move over, Lizzy, there’s room for both of us. What are the beautiful boys doing?” “Getting ready for a party.”...

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What a Time to be Alive!

Submitted to Contest #272

I lounged on my plush velvet sofa, the dim lights of my penthouse casting long shadows across the room. The cityscape of Los Angeles twinkled beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, a glittering tapestry of life unfolding beneath us. Mia bustled around, her pixie-cut hair catching the soft glow as she set up microphones and checked levels. Her tattooed arms moved with practiced efficiency, a symphony of preparation. "Selene, darling, have you met our sound wizard?" I purred, gesturing towards Mia. "She's an absolute godsend. I'm hopeless with all t...

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Vincent the Insufferable

Morgan G

Submitted to Contest #272

The tiny human was back again. Vincent the Insufferable, known by those in the supernatural community as Vincent, sighed when he noticed a small hand pushing a few rotten wooden boards from the fence up. The velvet curtain in his hands wrinkled when he pulled it open wider to see the backyard better, using a little more strength than he should have.The rotten wood had been falling apart in the last few years because of frequent rain in Washington. The green grass and flowers in the back garden appreciated the rain, as evident by how big...

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