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“The Blood” by Steve Bourne

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It started with my parents. Doesn’t it always? Or, more precisely with my father. If he’d been irascible and bad tempered before, he was positively cantankerous and violent after he came back from Trafalgar, sporting a crutch, a missing a foot and a naval pension which he strictly didn’t need. Mother was unable to conceive after she had me and Father took this as a personal affront, further darkening his already pitch-black moods. Consequently, he largely ignored Mother and treated me with contempt as if it was my fault I wasn’t a son,...

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“Lady Cavendish” by Rebecca Dickson

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Lady Cavendish Every corridor is so cold and none of these doors can take me where I want to go. I float down the corridor, I breathe on the cold of the mirror, ‘ahhhhhh’ like this and watch my breath as fog on the glass. Sometimes I write your initials in it, sometimes, a heart shape, but sometimes I am so angry that I rub my fingers through it harshly, when I do this, sometimes I can make it squeak very quietly, and it is, for a moment, as though I am still here. It is always night here and it is always a full moon, I am so familiar with t...

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“Power in Pudding” by Ariah Em

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At first, it was limbo, a place in a different plane of existence fabricated only for me. I wandered through its city for what must have been years. The faces of its citizens were impassive and faded, there was only a faint outline that implied any personality. I would scream in their ears for attention, but nothing ever came of it. Not a single soul ever glanced my way. I was invisible in an emotionless world. My mind was numbed from the ineffable boredom that was forever a constant. I would dream, wish, and even beg for the smallest hint o...

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“The rebellious vampire ” by Jean Smith

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I woke up with a strange feeling as my first sense. My surroundings felt small, and I shifted, searching for a more comfortable position. That’s when I realized it… I wasn’t in a bed. There was no soft plushness of a pillow against my cheeks, nor the firm but familiar comfort of my Tempurpedic mattress. Instead, I felt a hard, grainy surface beneath me, and the scent of fall filled the air. It was a mix of vanilla, butterscotch, or perhaps the sweet, rich aroma of cider, enveloping me and making my nose its prisoner. Normally, such scents wo...

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“Happy deathday to me” by Laura Camacho Frias

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Life is not easy on the other side. I should not even call it life, but death— because that's what I am, a dead person— but this thing of the non-living entity is relatively recent, and I haven't gone through the whole set of rules. There was a lot of bureaucracy when I walked the Earth, but now that my feet don't touch the ground, I cannot say things are much better. Maybe it's a question of time— apparently, I am expected to spend a minimum of a hundred years in "the parallel"— and perhaps I will make friends soon, but so far, if I had to ...

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“Sam, the Medium” by Nero Katu

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Amira set the last of my remaining clothes into a cardboard box. The only belongings of mine that did not burn in the fire were my blue velvet cardigan, my floral headband, and an old Archie comic that I let Amira borrow ages ago. She’d been paranoid for the last month. I always knew Amira to be superstitious, but I never thought she’d be scared of me. Every night, she scanned her bedroom and she’d even started sleeping with a nightlight. And when her mom asked her why she was so skittish, Amira said “it's as if Leila were following me ...

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“Life Sucks” by Jed Cope

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The bookends to Winter are drab and dismal. The branding of Spring lifted it to a position of renewal and positivity. The poster boys, lambs disco dancing in green and pleasant fields. But that is the end of Spring with the promising warmth of Summer already on the horizon and underwriting the proceedings. Equally, the vast majority of autumn is miserable, grey and wet. Seldom are there crisp mornings decorated with banks of artfully crafted leaves of every hue of brown barring the awful beiges sported by geography teachers. Nor the alarming...

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““Welcome, Welcome!”” by Joseph Hawke

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Awaiting their guests, the Count and Countess stand in the foyer of their castle-esque home with smiles uncontainable. The butler—a hideously hunchbacked man whose visage is so disfigured as to discourage its regard for any lasting duration—opens the massive wooden portal. Six inches thick and no less than twelve feet high, it moves only with apparent strain, and each degree of aperture yields a cacophonous creak. “Dear, you must see to it that the hinges get oiled! Why poor Sergei is positively struggling to allow our guests in!” “Yes...

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“Swan Song” by Jerry W.

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I do not awaken so much as arrive abruptly in an awake state. It is as though I drifted off mid sentence and my eyes open again a moment later. I discern only the deepest black. I am in a dark roomâ€”the attic? I know I’m at homeâ€”it smells like home. But why I slept up here. . . Cobwebs cover my arms and I shudder as earwigs slither beneath me. My neck aches and I wince, loath to touch it. My arms are stiff and I each breath feels like it is drawn through cotton. Caldwell and I must have had a fight, although I cannot remember the sp...

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“An Evening by the Fire” by Marie Fielding

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Hey! Here I am again! Look at me! I am gracefully and noiselessly sliding down the creaky wooden stairs - two flights - but none of the steps creak under me. I smoothly cross the room - no-one notices; noisy bunch doesn't seem to have their wits about them - and I make my way straight to the chair in the corner by the fire, the big leather comfy one where I can get all the heat. Because Lord do I need some heat. 'Hey, it's cold in here! Anyone left a window open?' Someone shouts annoyingly and gets up to go and check the windows and doo...

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“The Wolf and the Hound” by Casey Plazola

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I was more of a cat person, but I found the stray dog comforting. It also helped that he could talk to me. “So how was last night?” he asked me. “Rough. I have a pounding headache. I couldn’t find the alpha anywhere.” I dragged my feet, not sure where I was going. I had plans to camp but after the attack, I lost interest in the outdoors. I looked down at the brown and white dog. His paws happily jogged alongside my long strides. He was panting with his tongue out to the side. He had a brown spot over his left eye and a brow...

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“The Zombie's Ghost” by S.M. Sykes

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My name was Allen, I was a high-powered New York lawyer. I wore $5,000 Armani suits and drove a high-end Lexus sedan during the week and a Range Rover on the weekends. I had three houses—two in New York and one in Santa Monica and I was good-looking too. Not to be arrogant, I took pride in my looks. I spent almost as much time in the gym as in the courtroom. My body was a temple. I never let anything with preservatives or sugar enter it. I had a date every weekend. Models, actresses and even a few princesses. I would...

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“Lucius in the Light” by Tiffany Harris

Submitted to Contest #272

Lucius had a problem.Not the kind that could be solved with a stake through the heart or a clove of garlic. No. This was the kind of problem that festered in the marrow, that whispered in the voice of every meal he'd ever had.Hunger.But not for blood. Not anymore.Time slipped that way lately. Here as an endless night of prowling, there as a fitful day of restless sleep. Here as the metallic tang of fear on his tongue, there as the dull ache of emptiness in his gut. Here as 1692, there as 1918, here as last Tuesday.Lucius was, in a word, done...

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“Janeen the Dream” by James Barrett

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1985Greenwich Village had become a food desert. Oh, sure, there was plenty of sustenance to be had IF you were a risk taker. A gambler. I wasn’t. You only get one strike in that league, and I was terrified every time I had an at-bat.I had gotten used to being alive. I liked it—no, I loved it—and it was light years better than the alternative. I know some know-nothings referred to us as the "living dead," but they had no idea what they were missing. So, with my back against the proverbial wall, I began to do some serious research.You can imag...

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“A Walk in the Hereafter” by Timothy Benson

Submitted to Contest #272

“A Walk in the Hereafter” It’s taking a lot longer than I thought it would. Of course, there’s no guidebook for dead people, at least as far as I know. After three months I’m still trying to get used to being dead. Even using that word is hard to adapt to. When death comes people usually use terms like “He passed away” or “She’s in a better place”. It makes them feel better but the person is still dead and words can’t change that. I guess it’s just a way that people try to adjust to the whole situation. And one of the biggest things I’m tryi...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 144 stories

“The Blood” by Steve Bourne

“Lady Cavendish” by Rebecca Dickson

“Power in Pudding” by Ariah Em

“The rebellious vampire ” by Jean Smith

“Happy deathday to me” by Laura Camacho Frias

“Sam, the Medium” by Nero Katu

“Life Sucks” by Jed Cope

““Welcome, Welcome!”” by Joseph Hawke

“Swan Song” by Jerry W.

“An Evening by the Fire” by Marie Fielding

“The Wolf and the Hound” by Casey Plazola

“The Zombie's Ghost” by S.M. Sykes

“Lucius in the Light” by Tiffany Harris

“Janeen the Dream” by James Barrett

“A Walk in the Hereafter” by Timothy Benson

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