Bob Faszczewski

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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“Crime of the Quiet Librarian” by Bob Faszczewski

                                           Crime of the Quiet Librarian             On one quiet Friday evening, not unlike most others at the Berlin, Md Public Library, all the patrons had departed and librarian Jan Newsome had put everything in its place and prepared to lock up.         Jan’s solitude in the “deserted” building did not, however, last long. As she prepared to secu...

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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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“Spilled Tea” by Bob Faszczewski

                                                  Spilled Tea            As Cassie brewed the cup of tea she reflected on how the comfort and peace of her current retired life at “the Shore” contrasted with her past life. The feeling of the hot liquid entering her throat brought back the many instances of spilled tea that, for many years, had stopped her from enjoying the destiny to which...

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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 endless repetition of resolutions that everyone knew they wouldn’t keep but that they still invented year after year supposedly “to carry on the tradition,” but, more likely to cut through the annual boredom fest.       A bright spot, however, had emerged three years ago and rep...

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“The Day Everything Stopped” by Bob Faszczewski

                            The Day Everything Stopped      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 w...

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“Parting the Clouds” by Bob Faszczewski

     Each step forward in the dark forest brought Joe Stinson face to face with another mysterious turn. He had driven around the entire afternoon trying to uncover the path to the ramshackle “mansion” that he thought would form the foundation of his future retreat on the Eastern Shore.       Joe’s afternoon adventure, however, quickly caused a confrontation more complicated than the twists and turns of his own tr...

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“A New 'Phantom'?” by Bob Faszczewski

                  A New ‘Phantom’?      I could sense the overpowering stink of the creature enveloping the entire audience and, as I looked out from the stage, I could see him glowering at me just itching to consume me as his next afternoon snack.      My performance as the lead in our community theater company’s production of Our Town would cause my raw first-...

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“The Invasion That Fizzled” by Bob Faszczewski

                The Invasion That Fizzled      John Pritchard sat in his living room waiting impatiently for his buddies to arrive so they could start watching the Giants football game. He had laid out the snacks, put the hors d’oevres in the oven and stocked the freezer with plenty of beer.      Then, all of a sudden, someone rang his doorbell--and it wasn’t one of the gang John expected. In...

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“Broken Eggs Don't Always Make Omelets” by Bob Faszczewski

            Throughout his youth in Elizabeth, New Jersey the mysterious John Wilenski’s actions and appearance convinced many of his neighbors and peers that his actual age amounted to a much smaller number than that displayed on his birth certificate or sworn to by his parents and other relatives.  Noone, however, had any idea how  the perception of his youth would carve out a future path none of them ever imagined.

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“Sounds from the Silence” by Bob Faszczewski

         Wind howled through the trees along Route 611 with a vengeance so strong you would swear its main mission this November was to rip the entire Ocean City area off the map and hurl it as a package into the Atlantic that surrounded it.     The time--around midnight on a Saturday night--the screeching of the breeze stood alone as the solitary sound inhabiting this stretch of Delmarva adj...

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“You Don't Necessarily Reap What You Sow” by Bob Faszczewski

“Can’t wait to get back into the fields and get my hands dirty in God’s green earth,” farmer Frank Albertson said.            Every year for the past 15 he had carefully arranged his corn plants in perfectly constructed rows--and carefully irrigated each of his three fields so they would bring him the greatest yield to produce the most profit--and the ideal climate of Caroline County had...

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“Unmasked at Last” by Bob Faszczewski

                                       Unmasked at Last    For many years the rundown farmhouse had stood abandoned at the end of the country road in one of the dark forests of the northern Delmarva Peninsula.    The farmhouse appeared to have no useful value to anyo...

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“Off the Track--of Common Sense” by Bob Faszczewski

     A misplaced boyhood adventure could have meant not only the final Summer of elementary school for myself and my best friend. It could, theoretically,  have resulted in the last summer on this earth for both of us.       Sure, we had bent the rules many times in the past--like the time we stole Old Man Pinto’s grapes and escaped serious injuries after scaling his fence just ahead of the guard dogs in his backy...

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“Adrift in a Sea of Nothing” by Bob Faszczewski

     Following World War I, veterans newly released from military service looked for ways to feed their families, “work the land” and enjoy an honest day’s work in the fresh air of the Midwest.      Among many agricultural areas throughout the Midwest, they gravitated to central Iowa and soon mapped out a new small town in which to plant their family roots as well as their crops....

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“Programmed into the Netherworld” by Bob Faszczewski

                        Programmed into the Netherworld      Tom Jepson worked hard as a project manager for Apex Computer Consulting. In fact, every one of his many clients would rely solely on Tom’s expertise. If he had taken one of the extremely infrequent vacations he took during his two-decade tenure at Apex, his clients would endanger the success of important projects rather than en...

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