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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. From vampires at the bar to werewolves around the corner, our collection of urban fantasy stories will bring the magical into everyday life.

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The Best There's Ever Been

Submitted to Contest #66

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”            “Why does it make much of a difference?” I replied.            If he was going to be winning either way, what did it matter if I had already accepted my fate. And just because I had accepted my fate of losing, didn’t mean I wasn’t going to be trying to find a loophole. There wasn’t a point in just giving up without at least trying to drag him down with me.  &n...

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The Three Witches of Cloverwood

Submitted to Contest #65

"Oh, Martha, do shut up."In the graveyard of the beautiful Cloverwood town, there sat three very ugly hags. They were, in fact, so ugly, that people's eyes burned after seeing them. The three hags provided a contrast with the majestic pines of Cloverwood forest with their own extremely ugly selves. But the three hags didn't care about their ugliness and their effect on other people. They didn't care about anything, actually, except one day in particular."Well, Elena, you always tell me to shut up and I feel like not shutting up today. I...

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Casual Witchery

Submitted to Contest #65

It had been about six months since we began our classes at the local metaphysical supply store. My friend and myself decided it would be fun to buy some crystals and sage for our new apartment. As third-year students at the local state university in southern Wisconsin, our new pad had to have the right mix of edge and sex appeal – we can finally bring guys over without the prying eyes of residential advisers, randomly or selected roommates. Naturally, the décor was the first step in setting the mood and teenage angst demanded an alternative ...

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Sharp Teeth and Blue Eyes

Submitted to Contest #65

The shrill ringing of an alarm clock broke the early morning silence, quickly followed by muffled grumblings from the cocoon on the bed. A hand emerged from the blankets and felt around blindly until it found the clock to silence the alarm. A few moments later, a head appeared, brown hair still mussed from sleep. James glared sleepily at his alarm clock, then started the arduous process of untangling himself from his blankets. “Why did I ever decide to be a morning person?” he grumbled. After escaping the warm cocoon of his bed, James ma...

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Desperate Vampires

Submitted to Contest #65

She stood tall and proud.  ‘Finally, a quiet suburban home.’ She thought to herself, it had been a millennium since she was able to settle into such a lovely area. Surely this would be quiet, less dramatic than living in a city skyline. She had hoped so dearly that it would be. ‘Somehow I cannot remember what brought me into leaving such a quiet, tranquil, area once before…’ she chattered to her white long-haired cat by her ankles. With a single glance into his eyes, he galloped past her and began his investigations of the house. It wa...

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Costumes

Submitted to Contest #65

His outfit was the best. It was just a ghost costume, just like mine. No one wanted to really go out this year, but I had an idea about what I wanted to be and I could not shake it this time. A ghost. My mom did not mind at all. She said that I was getting too old for ‘tricks and treating yourself,’ but she’d let me go around with some friends. That was another lie that I had tell her just to get out of the house. All of my ‘friends’ were staying home, or they were going out to cause trouble by kicking in pumpkins or thro...

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Let The Church Say Amen!

Submitted to Contest #65

I am Augustine William Renoir Remington III former Duke of Windermere. I am somewhere over 1100 years old but I don't feel a day over 200 years of age. I am also known as Auggie against my will and wrath to the ignorant, uncultured, and self-righteous swine of Eufala, Alabama. To answer your next question, I am here by choice. Well more for necessity than anything else. See there’s something special about Eufala or rather one fine specimen that goes by the name Christopher Jones. Also known as Lusty in my dead heart, even though he doesn’t k...

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The Jews cemetery

Submitted to Contest #65

Leaves crunched under our feet as we marched silently through the night following the thin rural unpaved pathway. The weather was cold and hazy, and the foggy sky was blocking the full-moon light causing it to reach us in thin yellow strings. I could feel my legs shaky with fright, as my breathing became heavy and shallow once the Jews cemetery was in sight. But I couldn't back off now. Not without being drowned in humiliation and shame. I could now see that we were the only ones out there, as the people in the village had no street lights t...

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The Blood of Cynthia Vale

Submitted to Contest #65

Mr. Athan Williams was not a normal man. From the first moment that Cynthia Vale laid eyes upon him, something had ticked wrong. Normal men did not possess skin so bleached as dried bone, too thin to veil the delicate cobweb of veins pulsing just millimeters beneath; normal men’s limbs did not hang in such a state of peculiarity that they resembled a rag doll carelessly abandoned on the floor; normal men’s teeth were not sharp and did not flash blindingly bright in the sunlight. And it was for these reasons that Cynthia had spent her afterno...

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The Vampire of Suburbia

Submitted to Contest #65

Ruben shuts the blinds when the first rays of sun come up.   He was rich once. He lived in a manor, was an elite, wore heavy clothing to stuffy parties. A manor which he could no longer afford to maintain and had sold to the historical society. He was using the money to buy a house a little ways out of city.  Ruben, with his keen hearing, can pick up the sound of every car passing by, hear the very inner workings of the engine. Jadness, Ruben’s familiar, the man who Ruben feeds off, sits on the bed: back ag...

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Cauldron

Submitted to Contest #65

In Spring, Mother Earth begins her exhalation, breathing warmth and energy into all living things. Sap rises, leaves unfurl, flowers waft their sweet essence to tempt passing pollinators, mated pairs begin to rebuild their nests, jackets are left at home and shoulders are bared. In Summer, all is replete. Vines are heavy with fruit, grasses bend under the weight of their grains, spindly fawns prance and run, fledglings proudly soar, browned skin glistens with sweat. But at Samhain, Mother Earth begins to inhale, drawing all back to herself. ...

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John Lupin

Submitted to Contest #65

John Lupin The neighbours watched quietly and with unbroken attention as not one, but three large moving trucks had pulled into the old Mansell place.   Donna Harrison watched with the excitement of a child ogling her first Santa Claus parade.   “Mommy what are you doing?” She turned around and hissed at her daughter Hayley. “Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me right now?” “Can me and Frankie play video games?” “Yes, just go ahead and play video games.” She turned and ran away with excitement and almost ran ...

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A Witchy Vision for the Future

Submitted to Contest #65

Maya could feel the village calling out to her even now. Her daughter had come home a week ago to shoulder the responsibility of her father’s last rites.  Poonam had wanted to take her parents with her to London when she first got the job, but they had refused. Her father had said something about wanting to die in the village he had been born in, but Maya knew that he was looking out for her. He knew that Maya’s magic was rooted in the village. Moving away would mean a weakening of her abilities, and she wasn’t ready to give that u...

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Tolls and Rewards

Submitted to Contest #65

The factory's siren echoed through the streets of Mckenziewood like a sweet warning. The glass confectioners were finally being set free of their stressful duties and could come back home to their wives, husbands, and kids with enough time to spend some of the festivities. Halloween night has always been an important event for the city, even after the tragedies that always happen around that part of the year. Many were the officers and digital influencers that tried to stop the celebrations, but nothing really worked. The To-Die-Town, as the...

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He came back

Submitted to Contest #65

                                  HE CAME BACK                                  A SHORT STORY                    &n...

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