Bob Faszczewski

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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“Goalline Turnover” by Bob Faszczewski

      Wanted high school football coach to lead championship-caliber team.        The ad immediately caught the eye of the former high school football star as he paged through the local Bonn Bugel newspaper in the rundown kitchen of the fleabag motel five miles outside of the Maryland suburb he had called home since completing rehab in the Shoreline Health Recovery Unit ...

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“Turnover at the Buzzer” by Bob Faszczewski

          After spending my high school gridiron career on the sidelines watching spoiled rich kids hog the spotlight I made up my mind to run across the goal line for the score that would earn me the recognition I so richly deserved.                   I didn’t realize that running in for that touchdown would put me in the last quarter of my game of life.            My teen years r...

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“House Flipping Into Eternity” by Bob Faszczewski

Sure, the glorified shanty had all the rustic charm of a Little House on the Prairie episode. But its price tag of $120,000 probably made it the bargain basement buy of the decade. Curb appeal didn’t exist for the rundown cabin, but a few steps from the entrance you stepped into one of the most beautiful lakefront stretches of forest he had ever laid eyes on. Then, after gingerly asce...

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“Defeat of the Mountain Curse” by Bob Faszczewski

      Alpine darkness descended on the medieval Durkulin Castle like a death shroud wrapping a corpse.    Attorney John Stimpson tried his best to close his eyes in sleep, but his subconscious thoughts and his recurring nightmares kept him from getting the rest he so desperately needed.       John’s life recently had gone off the rails with no apparent explanation until he began digging deeper into his tr...

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“Fatal Habits” by Bob Faszczewski

      From the outside the 15-room mansion looked like a Victorian edifice that should have graced the cover of House and Garden. It stood completely out of character with most of the surrounding homes, which also were upscale but much more modest. Inside the 10-foot fence that encircled the home, stood a remote-controlled gate and a kennel housing vicious guard dogs. A long, c...

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“Discovering the Real Chemistry” by Bob Faszczewski

         Cecelia Ainsworth pulled the ribbon from her luxurious blond hair just at the right moment for it to cascade into the sightlines of every male in the vicinity of the Riverwood High School senior class entrance.             Her hair crowned an outfit worthy of the top runway models at the 2023 New York Fashion Week and a body that would outclass the stars of the runway at any of t...

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“Cabin in the Wilderness of My Mind” by Bob Faszczewski

                             Cabin in the Wilderness of My Mind      My asinine, dead end job really has left me on the edge of depression lately. Add to this catching my scumbag boss in the sack with my brainless Barbie of a wife and the fact that my creditors seem ready to foreclose on the precious few possessions I haven’t hocked to satisfy my 15-year addiction to the trotters and you’ll see w...

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“Murder at Midfield” by Bob Faszczewski

After spending a lifetime sitting on the sidelines and watching spoiled rich kids hog the spotlight I made up my mind to run across the goalline for the score that would earn me the recognition I so richly deserved. I didn’t realize that running in for that touchdown would put me in the last quarter of my game of life. My teen years revolved around Bonn, MD...

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“Auld Lang Syne” by Bob Faszczewski

     As New Year’s Eve approached Wilson felt he had little to look forward to–another boring party with inane gossip, too-loud music and guests robotically rattling off resolutions they knew they had no intention of keeping.       For the past three years the software salesman’s annual turning-of-the-calendar-page ritual had been brightened by the appearance of the stunningly beautiful and intelligent bl...

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“Recycling Lives” by Bob Faszczewski

     Near the end of his trash collection route in the Gold Coast of suburban New Jersey Tommy Robinson stumbled over the doubled-packed trash bag–knocking its contents across the roadside on Commonwealth Turn.      For the third time that week the objects spilling out of the polyethylene garbage can liner stopped the veteran sanitation man in his tracks.       Of course, in his 30 years on the job, both in...

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“So, We Meet Again” by Bob Faszczewski

        Jarod hurried to answer the door, although he in no way looked forward to what stood behind it-–the cleaning service delivery person bringing back the blue blazer he hadn’t worn for decades.      No reason for a blue blazer, or any formal attire for that matter, when you spent your entire existence piloting a fishing boat or contemplating the Atlantic Ocean off the back deck of your luxury...

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“Discovering His Real Station” by Bob Faszczewski

                          Discovering His Real Station                                     The colder winter weather had arrived a few weeks early this November in South Amboy, New Jersey.       Yet, Sam Barnegat had little problem tolerating the temperatures outside the town’s railroad station, since they only ranged a few degrees less than normal. The intolerable part came when h...

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“Frozen in the Record Books” by Bob Faszczewski

Frozen in the Record Books For many years the alarm clock sounding at 4 am and the cold wind blowing through his bedroom window had brought an exhilarating rush of blood into every pore of Jim Lombolardo’s body. He couldn’t wait to get out on the frozen isolation of Lake Placid and put skates to the polished surface preparing for the routine that he ...

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“The Final Volley” by Bob Faszczewski

As Irina Ubetekov charged across the court at Wimbledon she returned each serve with more deliberate power than she had put behind any of the thousands she had made during her storied 10-year career as the now top-ranked woman player in the world. She believed this historic contest, unlike any of thousands that had come before, would cap off her climb up the summit of the tennis world, and thi...

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“The Day Everything Stopped” by Bob Faszczewski

Struter Jones rushed to the corner to catch the 7:58 Fifth Avenue bus. As usual, she had timed every action in getting ready for her daily work grind down to the last second. No fan of her current dull-as-hell-go-nowhere clerical position, she did only what she had to do when she had to do it, as every day she searched for the miracle job that would take her out of the morass that had defined every day of ...

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