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

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“Accused” by Sarah Spencer

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I stood transfixed at the window, captivated not for the first time by the quiet beauty that enveloped my cottage in the early hours before dawn. Being a spinster of 25 years and the daughter of an unconventional healer had secured my position on the fringe of society. My mother and I had always treasured the solitude that our wooded croft afforded. Her passing last winter did, perhaps, make this place feel a bit less like home. Still, I could bear a bit of loneliness if only I could have avoided what happened in town yesterday. Autumn had s...

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“See Me” by Susan Samadi

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I often placed my hand upon theirs, intertwining my fingers between their warm bands of flesh that could never feel the ice laced within mine. I longed for them to; I wanted them to see me, to see the sorrow embedded in the hollow sockets that I watched them through daily. They went about their lives as if death were not around every corner, under every one of their footsteps waiting for the day he would bring them to the next stage, one I refused to enter.Something kept me here, tugging on the bottom of my feet and latching me to this plane...

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“Witch of Elmsburry” by Donovan Santos

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Wearing another person's skin feels like donning a cheap, wet track suit- somehow sticky and scratchy all at once. But, beauty like this demands sacrifice, and it's always worth it in the end. I make my way to school on foot, taking my time, hoping a brisk autumn walk will make me more comfortable in this new skin.I took care to notice how warm this town felt even in fall. Charming mom-and-pop shops strewn down the street adorning different colors and themes. Bikes and balls scattered across front yards waiting for the return of children, wh...

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“Gwendolyn ” by Steven Smith

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Amelia, stood at the forefront of the crowd, poised on the crude wooden planks that served as a stage for her trial. The sunlight cast harsh angles across her delicate features, illuminating the fear etched into her wide brown eyes as she stood before the gathering; her usually vibrant spirit seemed dimmed, diminished like a flickering candle just moments away from being extinguished. Amelias curly, beautiful hair hung in wild tendrils around her face, framing a visage filled with innocence and vulnerability that sharply contrasted with the ...

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“Reflection” by Ellie Clarke

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Another wave of nausea hit Camilla as she wandered the school halls, head down and eyes glued to her phone. Her fingers danced across the screen as she typed out a message: hey liv we’re gonna have to push back the sleepover. i’m sick and don’t want to get u sick by being at your house for a week. She pressed send moments before her phone froze and went dark. A frown crossed the girl’s face at the sight of the black screen. She tapped the screen a few times, checking to see if it was really dead. She hadn’t noticed the battery was so low.&nb...

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“The Girl In the Window” by Zoe Gataki

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This story contains darker themes which some may find disturbing or upsetting. The girl in the window always cries. The ghost doesn’t like to see the girl cry. She always seems so sad. The ghost likes the girl. It doesn’t know her name, only how she looks and what she does. She reminds it of itself for some reason, yet the ghost has long forgotten itself. It has been years since the ghost died—or has it been only a short while? The ghost doesn’t know its name, only how it looks and what it does. The girl seems familiar, as if the ghost shou...

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“A Ghostly 9 to 5” by Colin Barry

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I groan whenever I hear that old door burst open. It’s a pair of wooden doors that were once painted crimson. The circular handles have since rusted, showing no signs of the shiny silver they used to be. Shrieking creaks echo throughout the main hall of the house. It never used to do that. It used to open with no noise at all. Heavy raindrops greet every surface they hit, from the doors above to the toolsh...

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“Gwisin Girlie” by Emily Paik

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Don’t ask me how I turned into a gwisin, I don’t know how. I mean, I’m barely even Korean. One minute I’m on the commute back to my Harlem duplex after a long shift serving cappuccinos to Patagonias on the Upper West, and the next I’m flat on my ass in a white hanbok in the middle of a forest surrounded by a bunch of other creepy ladies in white hanboks. I tried to ask around, ok, I really did. The second I woke up in the afterlife, I stood right up and started trying to get answers, but it turns out the guy in charge – God, I guess – o...

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“How long have I been here?” by KS Kalev

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“How long have I been here?”I must have only said it in my head, for when I opened my mouth it formed no words.I had to try again. I had to try harder.“Hhhehhh…,” just a whisper but the sound nearly suffocated me. No one would be able to hear that. And no one would be able to help if they didn’t hear me or find me.And I had to get help, or I would die here. Someone must be nearby; someone must hear me! I tried again, no sound nor words.Panic came over me. Nerves at the nape of my neck tingled, the echo reverberating all the way down my body ...

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“Ludlow” by Rick MacKay

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LudlowApril 20, 1914 When I lived on the plains my feet were always cold and wet, ever since we moved down from Tabasco and into the Tent City. We headed down the canyon in September, I remember, it was cold and it rained all day. Our shoes were real heavy with mud. I was scared, but kept my mouth shut about it. I didn’t want to worry my little sisters. I was nine, after all, and just about grown up. It was time to set an example for the girls. Pa built a cart, put it together with some wheels he cobbled together from the junk pile, and we g...

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“Witching Hour” by B.S. McLean

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Long after midnight, at the darkest time of night, magic comes out to play. The witching hour starts at 3:33 in the morning, half way to the devil’s hand. The world is hushed, but for the murmurs of sleeping people awaiting the light of morning. In the quiet, magic whispers and dances through the dark to give power to its creatures. At least, that’s how it worked in Salem, but I live in New York now. In the city that never sleeps there is neither quiet nor dark, so, there is no witching hour. There is no place to find magic unless one is wi...

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“Artemisia and the bruja” by Nero Katu

Submitted to Contest #275

My mother and the mothers before her came from a long line of witches. But I did not want to be a witch. I refused to partake in any sort of witchcraft. According to my friend Natalia, the Catholic bible says that witchcraft is a sin. And for this reason, I entered my mother’s botanica only when she asked me to. One evening, my mother was away at a birthday party and I was left to manage the botanica on my own. Natalia sat on the floor next to me, hiding below the counter. Sometimes she accompanied me during my shifts, but we ma...

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“Sacrifice” by David Moyer

Submitted to Contest #275

NOTE: This story alludes to some mental health issues, violence, sexual violence, etc. but not in a graphic or explicit way. It also has a "surprise twist" ending that some might find to be excessively sad. Those who are VERY easily triggered, or younger than 10, might want to skip this one or have a parent or other responsible person read it first to see if it is appropriate for you. And without further ado, I give you... "Sacrifice." BOOM… BOOM… BOOM… I am tired of getting shot at, sick of having to shoot back. BOOM… BOOM… BOOM… I’...

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“The Party” by Deborah Sanders

Submitted to Contest #275

Todd sat on the couch contemplating the downside of being a teenager. Eighteen was the worst, caught in limbo. No longer a child and not yet an adult, at least not in this province and not in this house either. He was looking forward to turning nineteen next year, but that seemed an eternity away. Although his childhood had been happy, he longed for the freedom that he believed adulthood would bring, and a release from all the rules he had to follow. His parents were laid back in many ways, but Todd’s teenaged brain would rather not hav...

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“A Bed of Roses” by Isabela Matamoros

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A Bed of RosesBy: Isabela Matamoros I still remember that dark and fateful night, as clear as day… though it’s been years since I’ve seen the light the sun so kindly bestows upon the earth. Here it is dark, black as night. Here it is cold, though the wind doesn’t bite. Here, there is barely enough room for me, as my home is also inhabited by other species. There is no food to eat, no water to drink, no air to breathe. My roof is the ground above, my walls the dirt which surrounds me now. I imagine my stomach would be growling, if it were st...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 130 stories

“Accused” by Sarah Spencer

“See Me” by Susan Samadi

“Witch of Elmsburry” by Donovan Santos

“Gwendolyn ” by Steven Smith

“Reflection” by Ellie Clarke

“The Girl In the Window” by Zoe Gataki

“A Ghostly 9 to 5” by Colin Barry

“Gwisin Girlie” by Emily Paik

“How long have I been here?” by KS Kalev

“Ludlow” by Rick MacKay

“Witching Hour” by B.S. McLean

“Artemisia and the bruja” by Nero Katu

“Sacrifice” by David Moyer

“The Party” by Deborah Sanders

“A Bed of Roses” by Isabela Matamoros

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

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