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“My Broken Broom” by Carol Rogers

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Every time I passed the old, worn broom in the kitchen corner, I couldn't help but chuckle. It was never meant for sweeping; we had another broom for that task, and we were instructed to not touch it. I frequently pondered the significance of this particular broom, which my mother guarded as fervently as she did her children. As I matured, my scrutiny of the broom intensified. I had questions, but my mother would either brush them off or change the subject whenever I broached the topic. The more I watched, the more I realized that the broom...

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“The Weight of Dirt” by Jay Dillon

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There’s a split second—just a heartbeat, really—when I feel weightless, hanging in the air like a bird without wings. The world around me is moving, spinning in slow motion, glass shards glinting like stars. I see the road rushing up toward me, asphalt rough and dark, illuminated by the fading sunlight. In that final moment, I remember thinking, So this is how it ends?I don’t feel the impact. I hear it, a wet, sickening thud, the crunch of bones and metal and flesh, but the pain doesn’t hit. My body crumples into a heap against the pavement,...

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“"Authorities Make Gruesome Discovery in Downtown Office"” by Amanda Bhaer

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The dirt burrowing under her fingernails as she clawed her way out of the earth was fresh and wet, and when her head broke its surface, a sob ripped from her throat. She collapsed forward onto the mound of upturned mud, her lower half still buried, and let the tears spill from her eyes onto the ground below her. How had this happened? “Get up. Get up. Get up,” her whispered pleas to herself sounded hoarse and choked, but they were enough to at least spur her to slowly drag herself fully from the shallow grave. With her last bit of stre...

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“The Last Witch Of Selym” by O. K. E.

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“So, you have travelled far?” asked Nosyndrie, the woodswitch of Mjos. The chieftain who sat on the opposite end of the table had finally found the bottom of the wooden bowl in front of him. Turning his attention to the witch, he revealed that at least a quarter of the broth had ended up in his beard. “We have a problem in our village,” said Ask as he pushed the bowl to the side. Clasping his hands together, Ask half-leaned over the table, his head half-sunken in-between strong shoulders. “Not a witch problem?” asked Nosyndrie in...

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“The Confessions of Marla Grimsbane, Witch Extraordinaire” by Mariel Renaud

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Attention all you witchy wannabes and potion-loving punks! I'm about to let you in on a little secret about the world of witchcraft that those Hollywood hocus pocus flicks just can't seem to get right. You see, being a bona fide, flying licence-carrying witch is not all fun and games, black cats, and spooky spells.Or, well… not only that. And I should know - I'm Marla Grimsbane, professional witch, hex expert, and veteran potion-spiller extraordinaire. Now, I know what you're thinking: "But Marla, those movies make witchcraft look so cool an...

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“Mercy Shown” by Zacharias Boer

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I have been here for two days. My eyes are sinking into my skull and my skin is greasy and gray. The swell of my belly has deflated; my womb has gone cold and my baby, still within me, has begun to quietly descend to the base of my back as my mushy organs part for her weight. My lungs have calmed their efforts to maintain the flow of life, resigning me to my peaceful sleep. I’m as dead as the home in which I lay, still and heavy like my body now. The dead walk outside, disturbing the gravel and occasionally becoming curious enough to a...

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“Zephyr” by Juliya Lubin

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August 8th I was firm in my belief that I was different, that I would make it. It was this faith that kept me resilient throughout film school. I stayed steadfast through the visceral scrutiny of professors and the rivalries that emerged - sure, French New Wave created a movement but it’s the Czechs who had more fun with it. Being a college-educated artist without a trust fund makes for an excellent customer service rep. I stayed in Philly after school, got a job with in medical devices, and rented an apartment built essentially from plywoo...

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“Dear Friend” by Maria Esther Vilar Alvarez

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Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of depression, self-harm, grief, and death, including references to mental health struggles and traumatic experiences. Dear Emma Marghareta, I see you've been using the Ouija board again. You must understand: this is not a game. It can be dangerous, even deadly. But tonight, you’re fortunate. I am the one who answered. I mean you no harm, though others might not be so kind. I came to you because there’s something you need to know. A story that must be told. My story. I was once a girl, just like yo...

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“The Call” by MargaretElizabeth Harris

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Her name was Beatrice. Her parents called her Bea for short. She was headed to the woods alone again. As an only child, she had become content finding ways to entertain herself. In fact, she was quite comfortable being alone, and being alone in the woods suited her just fine. She wore her favorite skirt today. A long blue cotton one with yellow and white flowers on it. This one was her favorite because it had pockets (she always found that she needed pockets any time she went into the woods). She walked barefoot, as usual, to the path that l...

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“Verdugo Hills” by Deirdre Fryer Baird

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VERDUGO HILLS By Deirdre Fryer Baird Jimmy hasn’t slept well lately. His dreams disturb him and fill his body with apprehension, making him wander through the night. He feels as though he is being watched, he knows it. He sits on the edge of his bed feeling d...

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“Beldam Unfinished ” by Emily Marshall

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Out beneath my feet leaves lay scattered on the ground. Their crispy brown edges curling up like cold toes. A plump purple face steps into my line of sight. Even in my last moments they can’t allow me something nice. ‘The accused is allowed a final statement.’ The purple face speaks, spit flying. The crowd stares at me, expectant. Oh gosh, what pressure. I’d never put much thought into what my last words would be. Why would I? I didn’t expect to ever be swinging from a giant tree. It should be punchy, meaningful. Something th...

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“I am a Witch, not a bitch” by Elsa Gabriela Gallardo

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Third call, third call, is the only thing Aura could hear as she entered the theater and tried to find her seat, in row E section 10. I wish I can find my seat before they turn off the lights, I hate to walk in the dark, praying not to step on anyone, think Aura, just as the lights stared to twinkle she managed to get comfortable. The curtain went up and revel a podium with a huge sign that says “I’m a witch not a bitch” which was the name of the play, and 4 chairs, but only 3 of them were taken, all by women in black clothes with typical wi...

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“Of Course I'm a Witch” by Cedar Moss

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-Mirror mirror on the wall…. Look at that reflection!!! Blonde curls falling gently on my shoulders. Bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Truth be known, I look kind of sweet and innocent. Even after all these years it still makes no sense to me. You think I don’t know what witches are supposed to look like? Black scraggly hair, warts on nose of course, scrawny as a scarecrow. Certainly not these luscious curves (as I have heard them referred to). Even if I wanted them to, no one would believe ...

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“Based Solely on Wants” by Samantha McWilliams

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"Content Warning: Strong language, themes of grief and trauma, supernatural violence."“But Mother, I am a witch.” Mother dropped her large wooden mixing spoon into the cauldron bubbling above the fire. “God’s Mercy! Tabitha! Do not say such things. If ever someone from town were to hear ye. I could not bear what might happen.” I waved her off as I ground valerian root in my favorite pestle, “You worry too much. There is no need. Have faith. “How can ye say that? Ye were fourteen years old when they burned Marta at the sta...

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“The Greatest Wedding of All Time” by Barry Brown

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THE GREATEST WEDDING OF ALL TIME “I’m Robin Leach with ‘Death Styles of the Rich and Famous;’ With me is Zsa Zsa Gábor—” “Hello, Dah-ling,” “Zsa Zsa and I are here for the event we’ve been forever waiting for: the wedding of the original pair that inspired Shakespeare’s ill-fated couple in ‘Romeo and Juliet’—” “Oh look, Dah-ling, over there! Oh! Isn’t she simply fabulous! Come here Farrah, Dah-ling! Do you know Robin?” “No—” “Robin Leach, charmed, I’m sure. And what a fascinating time it is! Farrah Fawcett, here among t...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 130 stories

“My Broken Broom” by Carol Rogers

“The Weight of Dirt” by Jay Dillon

“"Authorities Make Gruesome Discovery in Downtown Office"” by Amanda Bhaer

“The Last Witch Of Selym” by O. K. E.

“The Confessions of Marla Grimsbane, Witch Extraordinaire” by Mariel Renaud

“Mercy Shown” by Zacharias Boer

“Zephyr” by Juliya Lubin

“Dear Friend” by Maria Esther Vilar Alvarez

“The Call” by MargaretElizabeth Harris

“Verdugo Hills” by Deirdre Fryer Baird

“Beldam Unfinished ” by Emily Marshall

“I am a Witch, not a bitch” by Elsa Gabriela Gallardo

“Of Course I'm a Witch” by Cedar Moss

“Based Solely on Wants” by Samantha McWilliams

“The Greatest Wedding of All Time” by Barry Brown

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