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Write a story from the point of view of a witch, a pet, or a witch’s familiar.

Posted in Halloween on Oct 31, 2025

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A Familiar’s Duty

Submitted to Contest #327

She woke to sunlight in her salt-and-pepper hair and a cat staring at her. For a moment, her mind was lost in the damnable fog that covered her from time to time. “Good morning…” she crooned, reaching down to stroke his head.Pause. Brow wrinkle“…Precious?” The cat froze mid-blink.Precious was the name of a Guinea pig his Lady had cared for back in 1953.She laughed, a thin, tinkling sound, much like teacups knocking together.“Oh, hush, of course I remember you,” she assured him.She absolutely didn’t. From its far corner hiding place, the broo...

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The Witch and the Whisper

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Title: The Witch and the Whisper Part I – The Witch The woods were older than memory, older even than the stones buried beneath my garden. They whispered at night — roots shifting, branches bending — and I whispered back. That’s how the forest and I spoke. I fed it secrets, and in return, it fed me power. But tonight, something was wrong. The air had gone still. My wards flickered, pale and sickly. Even the stars seemed to hold their breath. “Nyx,” I called softly. From the shadow under the table, two golden eyes opened — my familiar. My com...

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Love Potion Number 242

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They call me Pepper, short for Pepperpot, because I's a black cat with a lil white patch on my chest, like the spoon mark you does see when someone take the first dip out the pot. I live in a lil yellow clapboard house in Bain Town with my human, Miss Inez Rolle, healer, bush woman, and part-time Obeah Consultant when the spirits whisper she should charge extra. Now, don't let nobody fool you, she ain't no evil witch. Miss Inez is more like one of them quiet power women. The kinda woman who could look in a baby's face and tell who the re...

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The Eye of Amber

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The cupcakes had taken her three hours to make.Mara arranged them on the kitchen table in a careful circle—seventeen of them—because that’s what you did when you turned seventeen and wanted to pretend someone might care. She’d piped frosting rosettes in lavender and cream, colors her mother had loved, according to the single photograph she kept hidden in her drawer. Silver and purple tissue stars hung from the ceiling, cut by hand the night before while her stepmother’s television droned through the wall.Her phone sat face-up beside the cupc...

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My Witch's Keeper

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My witch is lonely. She holds me in her lap sometimes and presses her face into my fur. Whatever she does makes my fur wet, and she makes strange sounds like she’s struggling to breathe, but she isn’t afraid like she’s choking, so I think she’s okay. Her heart sounds sad to me, but she doesn’t leave this space that holds the sadness for her in it. The unknown is too great for her to face, she says. She spends her days tending to her tasks. My witch has many tasks to keep herself busy with. Silly, mortal things - tidying up her desk, arra...

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Revealing my Name

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That was quite a ride. I’ve ridden along plenty of times, every time, for ages, but yesterday was different. It was… yeah, it was different. I’m Jinx. That’s the name you know me by, but T.S. Eliot got it right. Three names. One that all of you know, in my case, Jinx, one that is known to my community, a name we generally don’t tell you, but we can, and we do if we will, and I will. And the third, known only to me. The name I share with those who are like me, the name different than any of their names… I’ll get to that. First, let me tell yo...

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Something Slipped In

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She was my favorite pet sitter. The way she scratched my back felt almost unearthly, like her fingers knew where the bones of my old life still ached. She always made sure my bowl was full, slipped me treats that shimmered faintly in the dark. Every witch needs a black cat, and for a few stolen weeks each year, I was glad to be hers.It started like any other Friday night except it was Halloween, and the moon hung low enough to taste. She let the big dog out again, as he was acting like he had to take another piss. But I know his secret. He ...

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Hydrophonics

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The air had a metallic sting to it tonight; the fog rolling in from the coast, slow and thick, tasting like salt and smog, a sensation unique to Los Angeles. I feel all the pulsation, smell all the smells of the city as we move in tandem, the pavement humming with damp energy under my feet. The pull between me and Jimmy gets stronger when there’s fog. He had a hurried stride tonight, lost in thought and tunes, his earbuds flashing dimly while we hurried along, he always walks fast when he’s thinking too much, feeling a funny vibe. “C’mon,...

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Edward

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My Latin name is Felis catus, but my humans call me Frank. Sometimes they would switch it up to Frankie, Frankiekins, Frankencat, and even That Damn Cat. That is, they used to. The humans here in the Humane Society call me Mr. Whiskers. Clever, no? "Humane Society" makes it sound like an upscale place with balls, banquets, tuxedos and big fluffy gowns. What it really is is a place where unwanted beasts such as myself are left in the hopes that some new humans will pick us and take us to a "fur-ever" home, as they call it. These humans think ...

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MIDNIGHT’S PROMISE

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MIDNIGHT’S PROMISEThe first thing I ever remember is the sound of her voice. Soft as moonlight, steady as an old song. “Hello there, little one,” she said. “I think I’ll call you midnight.” I blinked open my tiny kitten eyes, and there she was-Elara, a young witch with hair the color of autumn leaves and eyes full of kindness and secrets. She smelled like lavender and old spellbooks, and from that moment on she was my world. **Life in the cottage was simple, warm and full of magic. Elara and I lived at the ed...

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Libby's Day

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Don't they know the sun is up? Get up, lazy humans. It’s daytime and there are things to do, critters to bark at and stuff to investigate. Okay, here comes the lady. I call her mommy. She can always be counted on to get out of bed first, but boy oh boy, does she take a long time to get ready to go downstairs! What is she doing now behind that closed door? I hear counting. She must be exercising again! C’mon, Mommy, get the lead out. I'm hungry! Since I can open doors I’ll go in there, look cute and watch her with adoring eyes so that she’ll ...

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The Love

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My mother lay motionless in the bush, showing no trace of life. I wept until every tear was gone, and until I was left exhausted and starving. I had no choice but to wait for death and reunite with my mother in heaven. The last morsel of meat was stale, maggots crawling from it; though it sickened me, survival demanded I eat. I devoured it in haste, but I choked as it caught in my throat. I was breathless and soon my vision blurred. Beside my ears, my mother whispered again and again, “you’ll be only yourself, until the person who matters mo...

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Favorite Spot

Submitted to Contest #327

My favorite spot is gone. The rug feels colder now, the stiff fibers pressing into my fur like tiny needles. Why hasn’t she opened the curtains yet? It’s been a long time. Where is the light? Where is the warmth? Where’s my food?Every day, she wakes up, crosses the room, and lets that big golden glow spill across the floor. So, what gives?Leaping up, my paws sink into the plush surface, my eyes scanning over the fabric laid out. A lump forms in the darkness, a gentle rise and fall motion residing at its peak.“Hello?” I call out. “Are you oka...

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Customer Service (for the Recently Enchanted)

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“Thank you for calling HexSupport. Your wait time is approximately one lifetime.” Renee said the line like a prayer she didn’t quite believe in. Her headset pinched the curve of her ear, and the neon sigils flickering across the cubicle walls buzzed like hornets in a jar. Someone in Facilities had set the lavender diffuser to “repentance,” making the office smell like a yoga studio that ghosted you. She adjusted her wand—duct-taped, regulation gray—and brought it awake with a flick. “HexSupport, this is Renee, Level Three Enchantment Special...

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The Night They Came for My Witch

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The night they came for her, the moon was a thin, scared thing hiding behind clouds that smelled of smoke and judgment. It felt like the air was shaking, as if even the wind wanted to run away from the coming violence. I was sitting on the windowsill with my tail curled around my paws and my eyes on the narrow path that went through the birch trees below. It had rained earlier, and the ground was still steaming. A thin, ghostly haze hung in the air, like lost souls. I was sure they were on their way, and I heard them before I saw them. The ...

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