Bob Fogle

“A Walk in The Park” by Bob Fogle

Submitted to Contest #79

Robert W. Fogle                                                  approx. words: 1,566 115 Hemlock Hill Road Boone, North Carolina (828) 264-5714 (H-first call) (828) 268-2389 (cell) b.fogle@yahoo.com A WALK IN THE PARK *Based on the prompt: Your main character is approached by ...

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“THE GHOST WHO COULDN’T BE SEEN ON HALLOWEEN” by Bob Fogle

Submitted to Contest #65

  THE GHOST WHO COULDN’T BE SEEN ON HALLOWEEN By B. FOGLE ROBERT W FOGLE                My pragmatic brain is struggling to convince my body I’m dead, I’ve croaked, bit the dust, kicked the bucket, cashed in my chips. However, I might be in a coma! But it looks dead doesn’t it? You know what, I’m just grabbing at straws. Look at my body wrapped around that tree trunk; you can’t get deader than that. Oh well, I reckon I always knew life was just a path to death. Had a look ...

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“ONE EARLY FALL AFTERNOON” by Bob Fogle

Submitted to Contest #45

ONE EARLY FALL AFTERNOON (A story about one fateful afternoon and a plea for racial understanding)   Author Bob Fogle              On an early fall Sunday afternoon; forty-two years ago, I learned at a very dramatic event that race should not define community.            Most of us adhere to a class system, determined by, for example, our social prominence; or wealth, and yes, skin color which determines our individual com...

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“Born Into The Mob” by Bob Fogle

Robert Fogle                                                                           1995 words115 Hemlock Hill Rd.Boone, North Carolina 28607(828) 264-5714  &n...

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“Trail of Tears” by Bob Fogle

Submitted to Contest #30

Robert Fogle                                                                          1987 words 115 Hemlock Hill Rd.Boone, North Carolina 28607(828) 264-5714   &...

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“THE DAY MR.CRUMBLEY QUIT DRINKING” by Bob Fogle

Submitted to Contest #29

Bellowing every profane, offensive, blasphemous, and malicious word he ever learned, an old man unleashed an outburst heard for two blocks around our generally peaceful neighborhood. I’m Gerald Crumbley, unfortunately for me that was my old man. I learned of this verbal eruption from my best friend Rodney, who lived just three houses  away. He’s my best friend living just three houses away. Walking in the door after school, he heard his folks talking about an outburst of foul language earlier, and trying to decide if it had been George’...

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“PRODOGY” by Bob Fogle

Submitted to Contest #26

    THE PRODIGY Bob Fogle              We were both five years old and sitting on lawn chairs one warm summer day in Terry’s back yard talking. Truth is I’m talking, Terry, however, diddled around on his notebook. I told him once, “Ter, if I ever find your notebook and you’re not with it I’ll have your mom report you missing.” Well, while I was laughing at what I considered a clever joke, Terry continued to write.         &nbsp...

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