Barry Starcher

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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“Monkey Business” by Barry Starcher

Submitted to Contest #243

                                    Monkey Business Hello, my name is Ralphie. We don't speak the same language but that's all right being as I am a Capuchin monkey. I am quite handsome with my lighter colored face and chest and a black body. My name has a pretty cool history that I bet you are unaware of. It all started back with St Francis of Assisi when he start...

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“The Sailor” by Barry Starcher

Submitted to Contest #240

The Sailor   "Bob, a call just came in and it may be related to our missing poet. Some kid found a sailboat on the beach with a lot of blood in it. It's way the hell up the coast in a place called Lucia Beach. I think it's part of the Birch Point State Park in Maine." Robert Montgomery stirred behind his weathered mahogany desk. A lean northeasterner with a short-cropped beard. He spoke with a crisp Maine accent. "I'm not familiar with it. What makes you think it's our guy this time? There were seven ship wrecks from the last storm and ...

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“The Kaamos Murders” by Barry Starcher

Submitted to Contest #232

                                         The Kaamos Murders My name is Lars Jokijen, and I have spent most of my life in Finland. The capital of Lapland, Rovaniemi, was where my mother, father, and two older siblings lived. After retiring from the army, my father became the principal of the high school. Years later, he tried to t...

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“The Apprentice” by Barry Starcher

Submitted to Contest #222

  The Apprentice   Walking the back ally’s and side streets of Philadelphia with a mobster was not exactly how I envisioned my first day of my apprenticeship. It all began with my father’s involvement as a bookkeeper for the Salvatore Sabella Family in the summer of 1921.

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“A bang-Up Vacation” by Barry Starcher

Submitted to Contest #214

He stood, frozen in time, staring out the plate-glass window. It was raining with such intensity that Don Bryant could barely make out his car parked in the driveway.  Carol came up beside him and gently put a hand on his arm. She spoke in a low, commanding voice...

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