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“Consecration of the Beast” by David Drake

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“And now, let us pray….” With those words and Father Warren Larson’s upraised hands, the gathered faithful and not-so-much or those putting on a show for the gossips closed their eyes and dropped their heads. He began the familiar liturgy from the time before he came to the Church of the Lord here in Hugo. He spoke the words that could mean something more than simple comfort to those that needed it worse than him. The widowed, the infirmed sick, the nearly-homeless. Not for him, though. He needed his pain. His wound to remain open like a chi...

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“Betrayal” by J T

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“Do I have to?” Alexis buckled her secondary firearm around her ankle before ensuring her array of blades were clipped around her belt. “I’ve watched this clan for quite some time, and they don’t seem to be posing any danger to the Board.” She’d never questioned the Master before. The task had been clearly laid before her. Eliminate them all. The Master snarled and snapped at Alexis before answering her through her mind. “Yes, do as you have been commanded. I have spoken.” It was only with great practice that Alexis kept from flinching when ...

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“Memory of a Handshake” by Calli Musé

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I first met Mallory when I walked through a wall and promptly scared the life out of her. Her first reaction was a panic attack. It took a few precious seconds before I realized she could see me. Then I started to panic, and like an idiot, I reached out. She recoiled, “Don’t touch me!” I froze. I had no idea what to do in situations like this, but I sat down slowly, telegraphing my movements. “Hey. Concentrate on my voice or…something. Ground yourself; look at your surroundings. Um, try to breathe?” I got the distinct feeling that if s...

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“Blood Like Ambrosia” by Olivia Schlossin

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All I could smell was a mix of fruit, coconut, and…marshmallow? It was only for a split second, like she was simply passing by, but the scent stayed in my nostrils for days. I’m not sure what she looked like nor do I really care. I just wanted her. Her neck in my hand and my tongue licking up her blood from the bite like a dog. I know, it sounds despicable. How could someone want to see another person like that? It’s almost perverted. That much, I’m aware of. I’m afraid I cannot give you any solace that I am a “good guy.” I was never a good ...

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“Wolf's Hunger” by Vanessa Vestena

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I eyed the giant steak, poking from the add on the billboard at the side of the road. A low, painstaking grumble reached the ears of my best friend standing in the passenger seat.“Wow! That is really something.” Eric muses, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.“Shut up!” I groan, turning the car in the school parking lot. “I am genuinely starving.”“Haven’t you already had breakfast?”“I did. But its like I haven’t. I will stop to grab a bite at the cafeteria before the beginning of classes.”“Damn, man! How do you do? It must be nice eat...

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“Fated End” by Andrea Krist

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The slant of her chin and cheeks were familiar. The way they caved in the center but were full beneath her eyes sent a spark of recognition through him. He knew what her skin felt like beneath his hands and lips--or rather--he had known... at one time. Despite the familiarity he saw in her eyes, he did not have the same reaction as she did upon seeing him. There was a shine of hope in her dark orbs that he did not share. Clouded with disbelief, her gaze held a knowledge of them together that she struggled to contain. He knew it existed but ...

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“Petrichor Enchantment” by Ana Palacio

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Ever since I remembered, everything’s been different. Running away has become a daily occurrence. But as an adult, the only thing you can run away is from your own shame, agony, embarrassment. As I walk, the earth feels off: the damp dirt giving way under my feet; the bright, yellowing full moon; the muggy sky; even the clouds looked menacing. All my life, there’s been a crackling in the air, a tiny pinprick that ran goosebumps up my arms. But after the flashback, when the dam broke and released all those memories descending on me like a tsu...

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“Immortalized” by Mark Lew

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My persistent nose-bleed forecasts the end. And yet, anyone who knows what I know, who has undergone the transition from blind subservience of life’s vicissitudes to the ownership of power over the brief experience of life on Earth, does not regard this inevitability as a moment to be feared. Suffice it to say, regarding this subiect—and please forgive my sudden transition into my native Romanian, for the ‘j’ sound in English in this word always grates my senses—I laugh at the notion of fading into the evanescence of memory. Not because spec...

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“What We Run From” by Maxwell Haupt

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The Dark Lord crept slowly through his chamber, toward the stairs. The Phantom-Chains weighed heavily on him this morning. It had taken him an hour to wrestle himself from his bed. As he shuffled toward the staircase under labored breathing, he sang. If he knew he was singing, or what it was, it was impossible to tell. Perhaps it was some ancient lullaby his mother had sung to him eons ago in their cave, trying to soothe him to sleep on some long, stormy night. But he no longer had such memories of those eons long passed. He could no longer...

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“What Gets Wrapped Up in a Coat ” by Simone H

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She double-checks the door's locked and steps out into the throng of people. She pulls her coat tight around her. It's her favourite one. The plum wool one with the bronze buttons. We found it at a vintage shop out in the Midlands on the hottest day of the year. She was sweating by the time she'd wriggled in and back out of it, her cheeks flushed. The place had smelt like a mix of incense and a grandmother's cupboard. The coat still smells like that no matter how many times it's been dry cleaned. We'd gone to lunch at The Farmhouse Restauran...

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“Awarewolf” by M.A. Turner

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TW: gore, existentialism, violence Here, time is like a fox, slipping past the cattails and over the rill to drink—lapping up my years faster than I can live them. Tennyson said that nature was “red in tooth and claw.” That's why I’m carving out the insides of a deer, wondering why I feel emptier than her. She crossed the river, clinging to her life more than I ever would.Here I am, carrying the remnants of a full life in my stomach, with the rest in my paws. I laid the meat on discarded clothing and tore a line across the top with my claws....

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“About tasty and healthy food.” by Atan Solp

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The amber liquid splashed invitingly in my glass and caused me bouts of nausea and nostalgia at the same time. I winced. Bourbon. I remembered what bourbon used to be like! In my castle, it was stored in oak barrels. That a taste, and that an aroma! And now? Why do people call this horrible-tasting liquid - bourbon? And how do people drink it? It's utterly disgusting. But it's still better than the blood of that anorexic girl I tasted last night. I squeezed my glass in rage and it burst, covering the bar counter with shards and spilling all ...

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“Different Spirits” by Ian Crombie

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A sound rouses me. A mix of laughter and voices in jovial conversation. The screech of a heavy door sliding across stone and the echo of footsteps on concrete. People have entered. Young people by the sounds of their voices, both boys and girls. I’m not surprised. They often come here seeking a thrill, a scare, a place to be out of the watchful eye of overbearing adults. This is a common occurrence, especially around this time of year. It’s October and Halloween draws close and instead of going to a normal haunted house, teens flock to...

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“Sunny's Revenge” by Fenris Fyre

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I can’t believe it. The girl can see me. Or at least I think that she can see me. She keeps smiling and nodding in my direction. How can she see me? Sunny thought to herself as she watched the young lady in the booth in front of her. She was staring at what looked like a portable computer she had on the table. Sunny could do nothing but stare at her. She looked exactly like her sister. Could she be Blanche’s granddaughter? The thought made her smile. She is about the right age. Sunny thought, watching her ev...

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“Kill me...again” by Ozioma Ofoezie

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I've never understood why people thought being a ghost was so bad. You never get wrinkles, you can float through walls and you get to watch over your loved ones. Sure, you can't speak to them or touch them, but you get used to it and I guess it's better than nothing. But in this moment, being here while no one could hear my screams felt like my own personal hell. Sorry, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Enitan, I’m 5’11 and exactly 4 years ago I had a heart attack on my Egyptian cotton 600 thread count sheets and died. I don’t r...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 144 stories

“Consecration of the Beast” by David Drake

“Betrayal” by J T

“Memory of a Handshake” by Calli Musé

“Blood Like Ambrosia” by Olivia Schlossin

“Wolf's Hunger” by Vanessa Vestena

“Fated End” by Andrea Krist

“Petrichor Enchantment” by Ana Palacio

“Immortalized” by Mark Lew

“What We Run From” by Maxwell Haupt

“What Gets Wrapped Up in a Coat ” by Simone H

“Awarewolf” by M.A. Turner

“About tasty and healthy food.” by Atan Solp

“Different Spirits” by Ian Crombie

“Sunny's Revenge” by Fenris Fyre

“Kill me...again” by Ozioma Ofoezie

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Write a story with the aim of scaring your reader.

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Write a story in which the narrator or a character says "Did you hear that?"

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