Write a story from the point of view of a witch, spirit, or corpse.

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“Payback” by Kevin Keegan

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The rain tapped relentlessly against the funeral parlour's street facing frontage. Inside, in a tastefully decorated side room, with her favourite daffodils, looking out on the streetscape, lay Joan Kelly's mortal remains. To the unskilled casual observer Joan looked pretty much dead but the truth was that she was fully alive just not in the conventional sense of the word. Her family and friends visited the funeral parlour's warmly decorated side room. They came very sad that Joan had passed but happy that she had a long life and this though...

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“The Influencer” by Omar Scott

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People have no idea how deep my influence goes. No matter how many times they’re warned: they ignore the risk. They can’t wait to wrap their hands around me, and when they caress me, I take over. I infect their mind, body, and soul like a deadly virus. I breakdown all the barriers that keep their anger, hate, and vengeance bottled up, and I release it. Take for example Eric Chapman. Once he invited me in, he never had a chance……. Eric nervously slid into the armchair across from the president of the company, Chip Anderson. As Eric stare...

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“Hagatha ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

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I miss my shadow. I miss a lot of things, but at this moment, I long for my shadow. To say I’m envious of the living is an understatement. My name is Hagatha. It’s an ancient name, but then I guess so am I. It means child of the moon or something along those lines. Anybody who’d know exactly what my name means are long gone. I was born in the Scottish highlands or at least that’s what I’ve been told. Born there seven centuries ago. My body is just a mere shadow, but my soul is ancient Celtic. M...

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“The End of the Line” by Sherri Moorer

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“You’re the end of the line.” I remember my brother’s comment the day we picked Dad’s burial plot. It seemed that our squares were filling up with grandparents gone. Now another generation was passing from this world. My brother and I never had children, and as the youngest, I was the end of our family line. Now another generation has passed. This world is fading away and growing dim. I’ve bid them all farewell and now, in my brother’s self-fulfilling prophesy, I follow. I see the light beyond, but I’m not ready to go. I’m tired of th...

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“The Question” by Scott Christenson

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How do you go about accusing a family you’ve never met of being murderers? That was a thought that tumbled through Fletcher’s head on the drive up to Weyauwega.He hadn’t trained to ask these sorts of questions to strangers. At any point, he could have turned around back to Milwaukee, but he continued ever northward. His destination, Weyauwega, was beyond where the farmlands of southern Wisconsin turn into the marshy forests of the north. The inhospitable land that Native American tribes were driven in order to free up farmland for immigrants...

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“Crossing: The Journey of a Soul” by Rufer Piavel

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The sun peeked shyly over the horizon, spreading its first rays across the immensity of the sea. A child awoke, feeling his face sink into the damp sand. His eyes still heavy with fatigue, he slowly raised his head, the fine, salty grains of the beach clinging to his skin. He took a deep breath, smelling the sea air mixed with the dry sweat that permeated his body. The waves came and went in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic movement, as if trying to calm the fear that was beginning to take shape in his chest.He stood there for a moment, unsure of...

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“Spirited away” by Anodiwanashe Tenene

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The world bound by spirit and form, transcends into a terror. The trees quiver, the woods shuttle in a strange demeanor, and the zephyr in the night sounds like an owl. I feel death drawing near but not that of one I know, for all those known to me are beyond my compass of approach. I can not touch though my hands do stretch, foul enough to call what I have hands. I laugh because I cannot fathom nor contort the main idea that I exist in the world yet outside it. My spirit - wait, I am a spirit- is a force not to be reckoned with. I am b...

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“NINE LIVES EMERGENCY SERVICE” by Darvico Ulmeli

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A chilly gust swept through the foggy alley, carrying the distinct scent of "you're about to regret this." Like "panicked floated," I hovered through the shadows, ducking behind dumpsters, clinging to walls, and praying Death's Reaper would lose interest in this undead goose chase. Time was running out, and each second felt like it brought the scythe closer to my neck."Oh, for the love of the Underworld, stop hiding and come quietly!" Death's voice boomed, the tone holding the same level of annoyance you'd expect from a DMV clerk with a 4 p....

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“The Weight Of Stones” by Richard Hall

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Mr. Johnson Cutter, his face covered in a black bag with holes cut into it, asked her awkwardly if she was comfortable with the ropes where they were. “I suppose so,” she said flatly. Little towns popped up regularly along the paths the great migration west took as America came to fruition. People’s manifest destinies stopped driving them on, or they had too many people die of the droop during travel, or they ran out of supplies and money and time and love for adventure, or maybe they just got plumb tired, so they decided to...

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“Bewitched” by VJ Hamilton

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“That’s it,” Joe yelled. “Final straw—I can’t connect!” He darted from kitchen table to rickety verandah, holding his laptop: the dance of the fading WiFi. “Hello, sweetheart,” Griselda crooned as she sidled up the path to their cottage. In the distance two ravens cawed and a motorboat hummed across the wide blue lake. A bucket swung on her arm; it held her beloved stinky newts and toads under bunches of noxious herbs. “Were you talking to me, dear?”Joe averted his eyes quickly—before she could mesmerize him. He forced himself to look only a...

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“Fated Encounter: El Dia de Muertos” by Cindy Calder

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It was November 2nd, the last day of El Dia de Muertos. Carmen Maria Isabella Sande Junquera entered the cathedral, pausing to dip her fingers in the holy water basin and bow to the crucifix while crossing herself. Candles lit the cathedral as far as she could see, their lights bouncing off the massive 24-karat décor. Though it was dimly lit, Carmen observed the church appeared to be vacant. Where was everyone? This was abuela’s funeral mass and her Abuelita had known more than half the town. It was unthinkable ...

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“Enigma of the Veil ” by Crystal Wexel

Submitted to Contest #275

“Excuse me Miss, pardon my trespass, but I can't help but notice your tears, and distress. Would you like to sit a while with me, take a load off? I’m an old man, but I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” The young lady froze, staring at me with big brown eyes. I could see her apprehension in the way she brought her coat to her chest, and furrowed her brow. Whether I was friendly or not, I was still a stranger. Patting the bench next to me, I said, “I understand, miss, if you don't trust me, and choose not to stay, but I’m only offe...

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“Mad Woman” by Amanda Wisdom

Submitted to Contest #275

Onward. Onward and out, breaking surface, breaking even, and—Mad woman. No one likes a mad woman. Moonlit silk strung together by the thine of song, and whispering, whispering, SCREAMING! Limericks, long forgotten. The hem of my soaked dress drags against wilting lavender stock. Mad woman. No one likes a mad woman. I let my imagination run wild, fully knowing what I am seeing and what I am not seeing. Behind me, the lake, where sorrows and secrets can rest. In front of me, the meadow, its flowers painted in mute...

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“Patrick” by Christine LW

Submitted to Contest #275

Patrick When Patrick had been out walking along the cliffs on their first visit to Cornwall there had been a warning from an old woman dressed in black, about six ravens circling a chalet. She had said, that it was a bad omen. The woman had then vanished into the grey curling mists. He had told Sandy about his experience and they had both l...

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“From Curse to Gift” by Alison Noni

Submitted to Contest #275

My family used to joke about the fact that I was born under police guard. I entered this world just before Halloween on October 29th, 1959, at the Royal Jubilee Hospital, in Victoria. Since there were several cult groups active on Vancouver Island at the time, the authorities stationed a police officer in the newborn nursery to prevent infants from being snatched for ceremony or sacrifice. The island, off the west coast of Canada, has always been inhabited by wackos and weirdos. It was like that back in the fifties, and it still is now. Of c...

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Write a story from the point of view of a witch, spirit, or corpse.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 130 stories

“Payback” by Kevin Keegan

“The Influencer” by Omar Scott

“Hagatha ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

“The End of the Line” by Sherri Moorer

“The Question” by Scott Christenson

“Crossing: The Journey of a Soul” by Rufer Piavel

“Spirited away” by Anodiwanashe Tenene

“NINE LIVES EMERGENCY SERVICE” by Darvico Ulmeli

“The Weight Of Stones” by Richard Hall

“Bewitched” by VJ Hamilton

“Fated Encounter: El Dia de Muertos” by Cindy Calder

“Enigma of the Veil ” by Crystal Wexel

“Mad Woman” by Amanda Wisdom

“Patrick” by Christine LW

“From Curse to Gift” by Alison Noni

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Start your story with a character being led somewhere by a black cat.

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Write a story that includes the line “Better late than never.”

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