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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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“Spooky Goodies” by Emma Carey

Submitted to Contest #272

“Hello Spooky Goodies, you’re speaking with Goodie?”“Goodie, it’s me.” It’s Clarence, again.  “I know you’re busy today, but I've got another mini on the way to you now. He’ll be with you within the hour.” I look at the clock and its two hands standing to attention, bang on noon.It's busy at Spooky Goodies alright. I’ve already received about nine minis today. It’s just non-stop.“Goodie, this one’s called Timmy. Seven years old. Car crash. Mum and Dad were taken, too.”Clarence brings me up to speed with the next ghost I’m about to welco...

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“Gubbio the Wolf and the Saint” by Aaron Schuck

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The day I met him, the little man in the brown robes with the big eyes and an even bigger heart. They say Saint Francis of Assisi could charm the birds from the trees, turn wolves into vegetarians, and negotiate a peace deal with your darkest nature. Well, I can confirm at least part of that. Let me set the scene. Gubbio was my kingdom, well, our kingdom, if you asked the humans, but who was asking them? For months, I had been, shall we say, exploring my gastronomic options, which sometimes included livestock, and, yes, the oc...

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“Moon Monsters Like Me” by Robert Evans

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“Come on,” Hector calls from ahead of me. “We want to reach the top before sunset.” The trail—and Hector—disappear behind a strand of pine trees. I take a minute to catch my breath. The trail to the top of Mount Misery is only two and a half miles long, but it’s a steep and rocky climb. For two weeks now, Hector has been begging me to join him on a hike to the top to watch the sunset. I finally said yes, forgetting the moon would be full tonight. I really like Hector—a lot. It’s too bad I’m going to kill him. I glance at my watch before foll...

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“the invisible friends of the lonely” by Marion Hallais

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The gray weather and low temperature discouraged most residents from going outside. This was more the case when a fog made traffic on the streets more difficult. This fact, on the contrary, suited Sylvester who decided to go out shopping. Not that he was antisocial by nature, he liked humans and other creatures but he didn't know how to interact with them. He therefore avoided them as much as possible for fear of making them uncomfortable with his clumsiness. As he stood in the entrance hall, finishing tying his shoes, a noise caught his att...

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“Ophelia, my Ophelia. How I adore you. ” by Philip Alexander

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Dagon searched for a view through a slit of wood. In the grey sky, brooding clouds roared thunderous booms. A tempest laid siege to the Carpeon Sea, a silver moon reflecting in bursts upon the bosom of dark, erratic water. A vulgar wind rolled over the crests of mighty waves, foaming and collapsing onto the shoreline. The waves knocked on the concrete walls of the lighthouse with sodden fists as if the sea were deranged, desperate to find shelter. A sea frightened of its own fury.Dagon sighed while watching the apotheosis of the storm. He wa...

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“The Way of the Vampire” by Ronald John MacLennan Jr

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16 June, London, 1821I pen these words by candlelight, my hand still trembling from the events of this eve. Alexander's first hunt has left me both exhilarated and deeply troubled. I fear I have unleashed upon this world a force I may not be able to control.As dusk fell, I roused Alexander from his death-like slumber. His eyes, now a preternatural green, opened with alarming speed."Antoine," he gasped, sitting up with inhuman grace. "The hunger... it consumes me."I placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. “We shall hunt soon enough. But firs...

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“The Predator” by Ariel Golia

Submitted to Contest #272

I sigh, a thin cloud hovering in front of my face before it vanishes.I've watched Jordan fall over his feet so many times today it's starting to rub. The urge to protect grows a little thin in the light of all the blunders my little brother manages to make. But it's not easy to protect with only hands you can see and feel anyway. I sigh again, my spectral form hovering a few inches above the hallway's floor, bubblegum and dirt lurking in dark corners where the janitor doesn't bother with.Jordan has managed to get through the doors of Harvill...

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“A Werewolf Halloween” by Stacey Cooper

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A group of werewolves live high in the mountains. They are known to howl at the moon late in the evening. It begins in the fall and continues into the winter months. They tend to be loud and can be heard by neighboring towns. Every once in awhile, they are chased away and relocate to another area. Once the werewolves get situated in a new area, they once again begin howling at the moon. Wolfie, the leader of the werewolves warns the others, “Ssh, not so loud! If they hear us, they may chase us away.”The fol...

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“She Who Must Know” by Vickie Riggan

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Vickie Riggan2461 words                                              She Who Must Know “Who wants to take a ride into town with me?” Madeline Hunter asked in as bright a voice as she could summon. She knew the answers she would get from her grown children and nearly grown grandchildren. Groans from her tw...

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“The Haunting of Alexandra Blackwood” by Dita Dow

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The moment I died, I knew something was wrong. It wasn't the fact of dying itself—though choking on a piece of brie at my own book launch party was hardly the exit I had imagined for Alexandra Blackwood, bestselling mystery author.No, it was the sudden eerie silence that engulfed Oakwood Manor, my beloved Victorian monstrosity of a home.Hovering near the ornate crystal chandelier in the grand foyer, I gazed down at my lifeless body sprawled rather gracelessly across the antique Persian rug. I felt an odd weightlessness, like I had been freed...

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“Just Passing Through.” by Christine LW

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                                          JUST PASSING THROUGH.          Leila Evans watched rain trickling down the window- pane, as a she lay in the hospice bed looking so frail. She looked at her arms she had become skin and bone the flesh-eating disease had taken its toll. Her once ...

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“Obsession in Darkness” by Cindy Calder

Submitted to Contest #272

Discreetly, in the shadow of the crescent moon’s light, he followed her, his footsteps cloaked in fine Italian leather as he moved silently over the walkways. So obscure was he even on a moonlight night, she had, as of yet, taken no notice even though he had followed her for well more than a month. He was undeniably drawn, like a moth to the flame, though she threatened to engulf him in her fire. The tantalizing scent she carried encompassed both his sleep infused days and voracious, hungry nights. He feared there would be no escaping the ar...

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“That Time” by Lindsay Flo

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Use the song, Amanda suggests to me, again. This time, she’s flanked by someone else.It’s Me. Past Me. It’s hard to grasp, even in this spirit world. But it’s clearly a younger, more handsome version of my body than I had been most recently acquainted with. He (I?) stands next to Amanda, with his trademark smirk.Remember what you did to get through that time, Past Me says, and the tone of voice carries a hint of pain, so wispy I might have missed it, if not for the speaker being, well, Me.I’m puzzled, because I know this Me well. It is the M...

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“Moving On” by Abby Johnson

Submitted to Contest #272

I find myself grappling with an unsettling question: how long have I been dead? It’s difficult to pinpoint the exact duration—was it years, perhaps even decades? Time feels strangely fluid in this liminal space, where moments blend together in a haze of memories and shadows. Each tick of the clock seems to echo in a void, leaving me to wonder about the life I once lived, the dreams I held dear, and the connections I cherished. The uncertainty lingers like a whisper, haunting and elusive, as I try to reconcile the fragments of my past with th...

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“Bite Sized Romantics” by Kamreigh Shelise

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1 —------------------------------ Amalia couldn’t decide between Madonna or Elvira. Both were bold, fun, and either would probably ruffle the feathers, or skirts, of the nuns that walked by her on her way to campus. Decisions, decisions. She decided on Elvira, the height of the wig made her feel powerful. As she braided her hair back and put the wig on, she looked over at the fake pair of fangs on her table and decided to put them on, it felt right for the occasion. In the first semester of her junior year at Oxford, she volunteered for...

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