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Posted in Short Story on Oct 11, 2024

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The Part-Ghost Family on Oaktree Way

Submitted to Contest #272

I’m standing near the tiny kitchen window with cracked glass, remembering the very day we decided to move into The Haunted Mansion on Oaktree Way. Its bark-like exterior, jagged appearance, and the fact it balances upon an oak tree repel people more than any bug repellent I have known.  This is why Fred, Luna, and I moved in this summer. I distinctly remember Luna speaking to the agent when we considered moving to Raffashire, just outside London.  “We want to see the quietest house in this town; somewhere people hardly cross by,” L...

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My little Ghost - The Voice of dreams' soul is breath!

Submitted to Contest #272

“Who he was? He feared me the most when I was walking into his office, so to avoid me he always had in his pocket some coins to give for sweets! He was a lawyer-layer. He never worked as a lawyer, he was a tree landlord, and he had to manage a huge land of trees. He was a lonelier, quiet, and smart person always working in his office. He never asked me anything. I once decided to tell him that I was doing a PhD in London, he knew it, and after my mentioning he smiled back at me saying: “Of course, that’s great!” I did not know how to continu...

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The Long Night

Submitted to Contest #272

High atop the Carpathian Mountains sits a medieval Romanian castle. It is eerily dark as the wind howls through, disturbing the cobwebs and thick layers of dust. Deep down in its bowels lies an ancient coffin containing a dark secret.As the last rays of light kiss the castle’s pinnacle, the wolves of the forest begin to howl. The lid of the ancient coffin starts to creak and snap as it slowly opens. Within lies the body of a man. It appears as though he was placed there just the day before. His hands are folded ...

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Heater

Submitted to Contest #272

BOO!  Did I scare ya? I think I’m getting better at it!When I was a really little kid my parents would take me trick or treating every Halloween, and whenever I could, I’d play a game of hide and seek with ‘em. I’d hide on porches next to big skeletons, and behind doors, and when they got close I’d jump out and scream “BOO!”, and it becames really good practice.I miss Mommy and Dad a lot, but now every days’ is Halloween! That’s what my new best friends tell me. But it doesn’t feel the same without dad’s homemade sugar cookies he l...

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A Vengeful Ghost

Submitted to Contest #272

I’ve been following Lily since I died six months ago. I’ve learnt more about her in these six months than I did in the forty-two years I was her father. Lily is my only child and it’s only now in death that I’ve realised I should have spent more time with her. Absent parenting is all I know. My own father adopted the “children should be seen but not heard” attitude and my mother lived in fear of upsetting him, so as children my brothers and I were scared into submission. My father was a detective and married to his job, so naturally I became...

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A Vampire's First Day

Submitted to Contest #272

'I don't think I've ever been so close to being in the sun like this.' Juliet thought, staring through the car window. With the safety of the tinted windows, she is protected from sunlight. Looking through the glass makes everything gray and dull, but Juliet can imagine the colors.The red, green, and yellow of the stoplights. The red on the roses that are displayed outside a flower store. The splash of colors that are shown on clothes displayed outside a boutique. The blue in the sky and the white in the clouds.'It would be nice to see it al...

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Moonlit Maul

Submitted to Contest #272

The world teeters on its axis, spinning with relentless fervor. I'm caught in the whirlwind of its dizzying dance, a flurry of color and jarring sound that engulfs my senses. I twirl in my yard amidst this chaos, the hem of my dress billowing outwards in a bold display of pink that harshly contrasts with the eerie silver glow cast by the full moon hanging heavy in the night sky. My dress flutters around me like iridescent wings of a butterfly trapped mid-flight - delicate yet pulsating with life. It's vibrant, almost violently so, a garish s...

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Till Death Do Us Part

Submitted to Contest #272

There are lilies at the bedside. I smell them before I see them. The sweet lingering perfume wafts around the room, determined to mask that retched hospital stench. They stand aimlessly in a crude hospital vase, which is little more than a jam jar filled with not enough water. I used to love lilies.You would bring them to me every Valentine’s Day and on my birthday, knowing that I much preferred them to roses. They would be wrapped in brightly coloured crepe paper and attached would be a card with your name; your signature a spindl...

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The In Between

Submitted to Contest #272

I see everyone but no one sees me. Alone in the dark is little old me. I want to be heard; I want to be seen. I try, and I try but do not succeed. I cry out to everyone passing by, but they do not even bat an eye. Why is no one paying attention to me when all I want is some company. I do not ask for much you see, give me just a few minutes to share my misery. I miss my life, my family and friends, it never seems to end. I visit them often and try to touch them but pass right through. I cannot feel them, and they cannot feel me. I miss t...

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The Punishment

Submitted to Contest #272

It is through the whims of those surrounding us that we become prey to our greatest fears. The greatest fear of her life was to never move on, to always be stagnant, never moving forward or getting better. Perhaps it was fate itself that let her succumb to the whims of others, and fall to rest upon her greatest fear.  She’d been a slight veil in the world for a long period now. She was on the bridge between life and death, the in-between that she’d been so afraid of for all of her mortal life. Beyond the veil al...

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The Secret Life of Arthur

Submitted to Contest #272

The Secret Life of Arthur The dinner bell rang with its usual tinny voice, starling Arthur out of his reverie. He had been watching two black beetles chase one another across the windowsill and hadn’t noticed the sky growing dark. It wasn’t as though that mattered to him, really; spirits such as himself didn’t need light to see. The attic room was painted scarlet and lavender in the approaching dusk; the retreating sun piercing the twilight with a final vindictive swath of golden glory before it sank below the horizon and relinquis...

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Eternally yours

Submitted to Contest #272

Melody lifted her head from the steering wheel and opened her eyes. All she could see was billowing grey smoke and flashing lights from emergency vehicles. The front end of her car was crunched like a beer can waiting in the recycle bin, and she could hear the hissing from the engine ringing in her ears. The car in front was facing the wrong way and looked as severely damaged as hers. Looking around, she noticed the driver's side door was already open, so she stepped out to see if she could find out how this occurred.An ambulance was parked ...

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Life of the Party

Submitted to Contest #272

The teens opened the doors, packs of beer on their shoulders like pallbearers at a funeral for booze.Beatrice Baxter gasped. She had visitors. It had been so long. She couldn’t remember the last time people had stepped through these doors. But my, how brazen these youngsters were in flaunting their rule-breaking. Did they have no fear of the coppers catching them breaking the dry laws? But, on the heels of that thought came another: was there to be a party here in the family manor? It seemed so. Oh, how Bea longed to host one of her grand so...

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Birthday Parties Aren't for Werewolves

Submitted to Contest #272

How a werewolf ends up at a mostly human birthday party on the night of the full moon is beyond me. Yet, here I am, surrounded by normal humans as if tonight wasn't the singular most dangerous night of the month. Admittedly, my friend Tesha is probably to blame, the extrovert. She sits across the table from me, sipping blood from her trendy Stanley tumbler like she hasn't a care in the world. And maybe she doesn't. After all, she isn’t the one liable to sprout fur and claws at a moment’s notice. This is what happens, I think, when an introve...

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The Hunger In the Shadows

Submitted to Contest #272

I have forgotten the exact year I died. Time dissolves in the darkness, becoming an endless night. I remember flashes—the sound of wind howling through the trees, the sharp sting of frost on my face, and the cold, relentless grip of death as it sank its teeth into my soul. But the details blur, fragments of a life I can barely remember, overtaken by the hunger. I think I was a man once. I think I had a name. I lived, I breathed, and I walked among the living. But now, I am something else, something far older and more sinister. I have become ...

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