Alan Ross

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2022

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“Elizabeth Shakespeare” by Alan Ross

attINT. TAD'S DETECTIVE AGENCY (Messy) OFFICE - DAY. He's smart, handsome in an off-beat way, mid 40's.He pushes button on his phone. Mary's voice (middle aged).  MARY Daily chores unlimited. TAD Mary, this is Tad four doors down the hall... Yes the detective agency, not the defective agency. If you mess with my sign any more you'll cycle to work on a flat tire-- MARY But you forgot my birthday. TAD I already apologized and I left you a beautiful sunflower outside your door this morning, in a pot yet. MARY I don'...

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“Luddite” by Alan Ross

Submitted to Contest #184

A LUDDITE IN THE MODERN AGE I’m not REALLY a luddite. (A word coined in the 19th century when people disdained any new technology). I don’t dislike new technology, I just have a hard time comprehending it. When I wake up and find  Ricky. my grandson, playing ping-pong with my father, when neither of them have a ping-pong table and they’re 3000 miles away from each other, it just freaks me out.         I’ve plumbed hundreds of miles of pipe in my life and carpentered a forest of wood on many doze...

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“Shannon and Socrates” by Alan Ross

Submitted to Contest #183

TALK ABOUT ATTRACTION OF OPPOSITES Alan Ross <alanzip@gmail.com> 3:36 PM (11 minutes ago) DIALECTICS AND THE ATTRACTION OF OPPOSITES. Or SHANNON and SOCRATES I stayed with my grandkids in Dallas, over the Xmas holidays. I had hoped to jump on a plane to visit my ex-wife and two daughters in Maui, but somehow the airport game did not appeal to me, which in hindsight was a smart move. (Did everyone and their baggage finally arrive at their destination, I wonder?) Seeing the airport chaos it invoked. I think ...

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“THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS I KILLED MY FATHER” by Alan Ross

‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS – THAT I KILLED MY FATHER. --- A TRUE STORY. . My first recollection was when I was 4 year old, walking on to the stage at a small club in the heart of London’s East end and climbing on my father’s knee, (Much to the chagrin of my mom who chided my dad for bringing me out at night when I should be sound asleep in bed.) I sat on my father’s knee and complete with black face he went into his Jolson act: “Climb upon my knee Sonny Boy, though you're only three, Sonny Boy. You've no way of know...

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