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

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“Goal” by Rob Ryter

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I have to stop the man. My guide told me. At any cost, I have to stop the man.That’s my purpose. I have to. I must stop the man making a mistake. A serious mistake. A life-ending mistake. I can stop him. I must stop him. It’s my goal. It’s the reason I’m here, now, pursuing him, chasing him, across time, across the nation, forever and ever, amen, until I stop him. It’s what I have to do. It just is. It’s what the guide told me.It’s grey here. I can’t feel my feet. The man drifts in and out. Sometimes I see him clearly. Other times, he’s in t...

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“A Grave Misunderstanding” by Magdalena A

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The Man who had dug him up was a scientist, Colin decided eventually. It had been unclear at first, as all things would be unclear through seeping dirt and worms falling into his face. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he became conscious again—or perhaps if he never stopped—but what he remembered with startling clarity was the popping sound as the nails holding his coffin closed gave way, and the crazed expression of The Man (who was, as Colin now knew, The Scientist) appeared above him for the very first time. A creaky, old v...

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“sounds, curls” by Mells Capec

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My. My hands. Shaking. My hands are shaking. I heard the strange thin sound of the waterfall before I could see or feel anything. Then I heard sounds. All wavy and so liquid I could almost feel them running through my fingers and splashing back into the sea of all sounds to have ever existed. In fact, I was liquid. I was running through my own fingers, getting away. Getting away and dissolving into thin air. Thin air or what would. Be the nothingness of liquids.Whatever it was, it was weird. I’m not trying to put any...

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“Ghosted” by Sage Kahn

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When Jillian said she wanted to hold a seance to commune with the dead, I knew it would be trouble. Halloween, she said. All Hallows Eve, she said. The thinning of the veils, she said. As if she actually believed in anything beyond her own sense of self-importance. No, the only people Jillian wanted to commune with were her followers, real and virtual alike. A seance on Halloween, to remind them that Jillian Jones was as edgy as Edward Scissorhands, with the cheekbones to match. In reality, my former best friend was as edgy as a piece of che...

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“The Five Stages of Spellcasting” by Lilith A. Heart

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From my altar, I plucked the various ingredients I’d need: a vial of salt for protection, azurite crystal for enlightenment, sage for cleansing, sandalwood for amplifying the effects of the spell and for additional protection against dark entities. The tapered candles I chose were very deliberate as well: white because it encompasses all effects of all colors of candles, black because absorbs darkness and negativity and will make banishing it much easier, gray - as the between of white and black, gray offers the benefits of both and al...

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“WITCH” by Jim Parker

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~Witch~My name is Wisteria Wanda Wix and I am a Witch. A powerful one at that. Call me Wisty. My mother was a Witch, her mother was a Witch. You get the idea. Let me dispel the biggest misconception about Witches right off the bat. We don’t worship Satan, or God, for that matter. Doesn’t mean that we don’t make use of them from time to time, if the need arises. No we worship nature. Mother Earth. That’s where our power lies. Are we clear on the whole Satan thing? Okay, let’s move on.I’m getting dressed for a funeral and trying to decide if I...

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“I'm Not Dead” by Kurt Sanders

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Oh geez, is it morning already? Crap, come on eyes open. Why is it so dark in here? Why the heck do I have the sheet over my head? Did I dream about that monster in the closet again? Oh, come on Kurt you are an adult, monsters, please, stop being so childish. But seriously why is it so dark, oh wait a minute I seem to be moving feet first like on a conveyor belt, forward. That’s weird.There we go now it is light, except this damn sheet is still over my face. It is very bright even looking through the sheet. I don’t remember my room being thi...

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“The Veiled Tavern” by Karen McDermott

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Evan stood in the dark kitchen, watching the pub-goers file out, waiting for the landlord to dim the rest of the lights and lock up. He gave it five minutes before emerging from his aromatic (he judged burgers and chips had been on special that day) hiding place. Jeremy, the aforementioned landlord, was always paranoid that he had forgotten something, and was usually right. A side effect from sampling the produce during the day and indeed dabbling throughout the evening. Evan moved to the window and saw Jeremy driving away. He made sure Jer...

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“Echoes Beneath the Leaves” by Kylie Louch

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Celestine Addington sank into her chair, clutching her head in her hands. Her cheeks were damp, and she could feel her heart thudding, heavy and frantic as if she were standing at the edge of a cliff. But she wasn’t afraid—no, this was someone else’s dread pouring through her, an icy fear that had been clinging to her since she stepped into St. Elias Church that morning. The emotions had hit her like a tidal wave in that pew, sweeping over her again and again. First, there was the grief, sharp as broken glass, from a woman at the front, her ...

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“Embers of Midnight” by Reese Rehbein

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The twilight air clung heavy with mist as the black cat slinked ahead, its emerald eyes glinting with a secret purpose. I trailed behind, the hem of my gown brushing against the damp cobblestones of the deserted alley. The labyrinthine streets of the old town twisted and turned, each corner revealing another shadowed passageway that seemed to fold in on itself. The cat paused, casting a backward glance that felt almost human, before slipping through the iron gates of a decaying church. Vines coiled around the weathered stone walls, and stain...

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“Forgotten Magic” by Sarah Holmes

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Colourful smoke could once again be seen puffing gently out of the chimney from the small cottage in the woods. It was a little after midnight, and Leaf was once again trying to crack a potion from her grimoire. The book was ancient, a family heirloom passed down over the centuries, until it had the misfortune of being gifted to her on her 13th birthday. Under the clear skies and full moon, her coven had bestowed the book to her, without knowing the consequences. Leaf wasn’t an ordinary witch. She had no natural talent whatsoever. The coven,...

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“The norm” by Adelino Carbonera

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Annulment and dissolution, despair and absence.I, who was nothing, who had never existed, and who would remain nothing because the ground of my burial would never be plowed or sown, saw. I saw how the restless shapes of those around me floated, wandering aimlessly in eternal darkness. There was neither above nor below; no direction spoke to me of a place to reach. Those mimes resembled me, although deep down, I knew they were nothing more than reflections of a meaningless form. Like actors in a pantomime without an audience, they moved like ...

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“Stories Untold” by Eline & Eduard

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What happens when a ghost, a specter, an undying presence returns home after a century of travel? How different and eerily familiar the old houses must look to her. Autumn leaves crunching under pedestrians heavy boots, scarves and thick coats enveloping the good citizens, hiding them from the cold November wind.The townspeople walked by the hospital and round the corner, scarcely looking up from their raised collars. The somber building had changed little after all these years. With it’s thick, white walls the hospital looked like a fortres...

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“Hindsight” by Andrea Krist

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"Hindsight..." You know the way that old saying goes, well, it's so much more potent when you're dead. Seriously, you will never know how true it is until after it's too late--and I mean that on every possible scale imaginable. And, yes, I know you humans can imagine a lot. I know I could when I was still--alive. But that was... well, time doesn't matter the same now as it did while I still drew breath. It won't matter the same for you either. You see, while there's a certain appeal in the idea of an afterlife to those still alive, not many ...

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“Beneath the Oak” by Kepler Law

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I feel different. Not good. Not bad. Just different. My Mom and I were having so much fun. She would throw the ball. I would chase it, grab it, and run back to them. We play this game every day and I look forward to it. But today was different. I thought I’d just go a little farther down the street - only for a second! I saw something move across the road, a shadow I wanted to chase, and I didn’t think about the loud fast things that sometimes went by. I never meant to make them sad. I didn’t want this. The w...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 130 stories

“Goal” by Rob Ryter

“A Grave Misunderstanding” by Magdalena A

“sounds, curls” by Mells Capec

“Ghosted” by Sage Kahn

“The Five Stages of Spellcasting” by Lilith A. Heart

“WITCH” by Jim Parker

“I'm Not Dead” by Kurt Sanders

“The Veiled Tavern” by Karen McDermott

“Echoes Beneath the Leaves” by Kylie Louch

“Embers of Midnight” by Reese Rehbein

“Forgotten Magic” by Sarah Holmes

“The norm” by Adelino Carbonera

“Stories Untold” by Eline & Eduard

“Hindsight” by Andrea Krist

“Beneath the Oak” by Kepler Law

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

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Center your story around someone who’s being haunted — by what or whom is up to you.

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

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