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

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“Chums” by Chris Miller

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As things began to settle down, Jacko became aware of a patch of light, a brilliant, jagged banana of summer sun biting into the darkness. The shape rotated gently, a slow kaleidoscope of glittering sand, splattered and looped into a Jackson Pollock of slimy fluids that pattered and plopped into the soft grains. He peered at the image and tried to draw a line from it back to anything in his memory that could explain what he was seeing, but he was finding it hard to focus. The only image he could summon was a cloud of candyfloss pink foam, fr...

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“Capitulation” by Jed Cope

Submitted to Contest #275

The world is full of broken people, and I’m one of them. Right now, I’m as broken as it gets. Broken beyond repair. Some things creep up on you. Life has a habit of doing that. An inexorable movement that ceased to be noticeable via our ignorance of the very nature of our existence. An incessant flow that carries with it sticky flotsam and jetsam. All that crap accumulates and wears you down. Weighs you down. Until you sink without trace. Laying there on the riverbed of reality. If you bother opening your eyes, you’ll see life pass you...

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“Primer Grey” by Shawn Leader

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Someone once said you never hear the shot that kills you. I did. But then again I pulled the trigger so I may have been anticipating it. Or maybe I heard it after I was dead. I don’t know.That’s the thing and I hate to spoil it for you but when you’re dead the secrets of the universe aren’t revealed, I don’t know what the point is, I don’t know where I am. All I know is that is better to be alive. As alone and useless as I felt when I was alive it was still better than this place. The sky is grey here and not like wispy grey with chance of b...

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“Our House” by Maddie Close

Submitted to Contest #275

Christmas came and went, and my Cathy still hadn’t come home. I waited and waited, but the house stayed empty. Apart from me, of course. I’m always here. A month before the holidays, Cathy had taken a nasty fall. After a broken wrist in the spring and a heart attack in the summer, I’d been bracing for winter's tragedies. Yet still, it caught me unprepared. Her body might be 81, but in her heart, she’s still 22, headstrong and endlessly energetic. Cathy’s always been that way, but since illness had gotten the best of me seven years ago,...

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“The Undying Love of Saint Teresa of Avila” by Edward J. McCoul

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The Undying Love of Saint Teresa of Avila” by Edward J McCoul I am Teresa. Teresa of Ávila, they called me once. My eyes are closed, my lips silent, yet I watch and speak. I have dwelled here, in the darkness of this convent, in the quiet folds of earth. Silence surrounds me, and stillness is my companion, but I am not bound by them. I am only bound by love. They tell tales of my incorruption. Flesh that resists decay, a body that is more earthbound than most, yet I am not bound by earth. No. I am bound only by a longing—a burning flame in m...

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“I Will Teach You How to Embrace the Moon” by Sophie Goldstein

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The darkness is lit up by a billion little stars. The full moon glows, smiling down on me in kindness and comfort. She is an old friend. I dance around the fire, arms raised, hair loose, feet bare. I thank the sky and the moon and the earth for all of their gifts. I sing the names of the ones who have passed on, who have given me the wisdom of their lives and experiences and shown me how to move forward. I am bliss. I am ecstasy. I am. Solitude is mostly a lovely way to live. I have no obligations to anyone. I live by my own schedule, by m...

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“3AM (#ReedsyBewitched)” by Lou Jayne

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(This story contains grief) 3.AM I hear a blood curdling scream. It wakes me from my deep sleep. I’m hot and dripping with sweat. I turn my head to the right and see the time is 3.am. I’m a little confused, my head is spinning from the scream I just heard. My legs feel weak, frozen in fear, I have a heavy weight on my chest as if I’m being crushed. I’ve heard of this before, I believe it’s called sleep paralysis. I’m finding it hard to breathe, gasping for air, I must be having a panic attack from not being able to move! My head spins o...

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“Bitter Sweet” by Ivana Pavićević

Submitted to Contest #275

I was born a witch. But until my late teens, I didn’t know. My family couldn’t have guessed because some of them don’t believe in witches, and others are so afraid of them that they deny their existence. So, some of them didn’t believe in me, and some even denied my existence, which deeply affected my entire life. As a child, I was pure-hearted, always there for others, a fair player, a great fighter for justice and truth. But the childhood of a witch is very difficult. I remember, when I was five years old, my father sat me on his lap, aski...

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“Love as a Witch in a post-modernist world. ” by Amelia Ramble

Submitted to Contest #275

TW: mentions of familial death, general death, blood.I have learnt to accept that my love story wouldn’t be the Pride and Prejudice of the 21st century. Nor the monsoon epiphany of two- or three- scantily clad adults, sharing woes and overcoming sudden transgressions. After all, manufacturing a love spell was as easy as breathing.Let me begin anew. I could start by telling you how I had been abandoned from a young age by parents unequipped for family life, about the human sacrifices they apparently performed or cursed book that plagued ...

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“The Funnel of Light” by Eden Penfold

Submitted to Contest #275

This story contains mentions of death and mental health struggles. I was in the air, the atmosphere thick with me like moisture. Surfing the wind, it was as if I was fallen foliage twisting in the gust- but not at the mercy of the current like a helpless leaf. Mother Nature and I were equals, her formidable arsenal no longer my concern. I was dead, after all. But not gone. My essence lingered, almost undetectable- though Milo who would set her ears rigid and whine reproachfully whenever I came to visit. I had always hated that stupid dog. S...

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“Here They Come” by David Inkling

Submitted to Contest #275

Here They ComeOnce upon a time I was like everyone else. Innocent. Enraptured briefly by the sun rise as if something good would happen in the day’s new light. I’d look at a flower opening its petals to the sky and wait for the moment of beauty to arrive, that joyous sense of light and shape and purpose coming together, a very solid understanding of all that is meant by the simplest of words that slip off the tongue: ‘life.’ But then the bitter Crow cries, flies over you and laughs and it is hard to ignore reality when you know that the flow...

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“The Art of Being Dead” by Todd Beller

Submitted to Contest #275

Being dead isn't nearly as boring as you might think. I discovered this on my third day of non-existence, when I finally stopped trying to open doors and learned to simply pass through them instead. The trick, I found, is to forget you were ever solid to begin with. Forget the weight of bones and blood, the constant pull of gravity, the way air once caught in your lungs. Remember instead that you are now made of the same stuff as moonlight and memory. My name was – is? – Thomas Webb, and I've been dead for approximately eight months, t...

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“The Conniving Corpse” by S.V. Cochrane

Submitted to Contest #275

I lay on the floor as I had fallen, ignored. No-one looked at me. Instead they milled around, keeping upper-lips stiff and appearances up. None of them would look down at me, lying there. None of them acknowledged the knife that protruded from my chest or the blood pooled around me. There were five of them in all, standing in my library, drinking my brandy, ignoring my limp, crumpled body. Lyla Rosen...

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“Four Against One” by Jacqueline R

Submitted to Contest #275

“There’s a woman here!” our captor yells—his breath reeks of fermented garlic, and with groping hands, he starts searching my body. My guide to this hellhole, two men, both in traditional beige khakis and bucket hats look like they're about to shit their pants. I don’t blame them, given the mobster-looking men surrounding us and the giant machete, one guy is holding. It’s not great, but at least I’m one step closer to locating what my father needs. When I told them I needed a tour of the elaborate tunnels to locate so...

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“The Peace of the Deceased” by Chris Moznette

Submitted to Contest #275

There’s a hole in my chest, but I don’t remember the pain. My bones are shattered, but I don’t remember the impact. There’s a crow pecking at my eye, but I can’t feel its shadowy beak ripping through my retina. There was a girl, yes, a girl. She was standing on the edge of a bridge over a drop that would’ve killed anybody if they decided to step into the air. She had been trembling, her hands were wound so tightly around the rail...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 130 stories

“Chums” by Chris Miller

“Capitulation” by Jed Cope

“Primer Grey” by Shawn Leader

“Our House” by Maddie Close

“The Undying Love of Saint Teresa of Avila” by Edward J. McCoul

“I Will Teach You How to Embrace the Moon” by Sophie Goldstein

“3AM (#ReedsyBewitched)” by Lou Jayne

“Bitter Sweet” by Ivana Pavićević

“Love as a Witch in a post-modernist world. ” by Amelia Ramble

“The Funnel of Light” by Eden Penfold

“Here They Come” by David Inkling

“The Art of Being Dead” by Todd Beller

“The Conniving Corpse” by S.V. Cochrane

“Four Against One” by Jacqueline R

“The Peace of the Deceased” by Chris Moznette

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