Connie Elstun

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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“That’s when a strange thing happened” by Connie Elstun

The first time I ever saw a Witch was on the first day of school in September of 1931. It was a day of adjustments; being the new child at a one room school house and all. That Witch, was standing in her doorway with a broom, cackling at us. In the words of Mr. Baum, ‘that's when a strange thing happened.’You see, my brother Arnie and I had just made friends with some of the other children here in our new home of Cheyenne Wells, Colorado; they told us she was a Witch. Just saying the word ‘Witch‘ gave me e...

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“The Chauffeur ” by Connie Elstun

This story contains sexual violence and mental illness scenarios and is intended for mature readers.The undisclosed Priests voice came from the other side of the confessional. “My dear Son, whatever you tell me here is protected under any circumstances. If I break the sacred seal of confession, I will be subject to ex-communication from the church.”I made the Sign of the Cross and took to my knees. ”Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I lied to the court when I confessed to the murder of a young Pr...

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“Road Games” by Connie Elstun

Cigarette smoke filled the air, soon followed by the aroma of reefer as the teens gathered at the small parking area by the river. The celebration was both for a birthday and a beer ritual known as a ‘kegger’.The party was cool, but all Tom Fink ‘really’ wanted for his 18th Birthday was to get laid. That’s when a pretty 17-year-old blonde named Mary Alright walked over. Tom knew as he watched her golden curls bounce off her unrestrained breasts-the summer of 1977 was about to get hot fast. “Hey, Tom baby, can...

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“Jealous Bones” by Connie Elstun

Jealousy never dies; I know that now. Something inside of me still rages when I see him with her. I sit and watch them from the other side. I study them. Her beautiful face with plump full lips caresses his neck. They sit on our boat dock. She smiles, he smiles, clothes come off, Long red hair swirling around hardening nipples. I sit and watch; I stare at the perfect body that lies naked next to Larry. He penetrates her as he did me. I sit here and observe.I don’t care who the r...

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“An Implausible Chronicle” by Connie Elstun

This story mentions death and the occult.“Don't you remember? I've called you three times about this issue. I need information about one of my parishioners, Hermione Lived.”Young Priest, Father Christopher Valdez San Miquelon Cristobal of Our Lady of the Piñons, Trinidad, Colorado, waited patiently on hold for another 25 minutes. While riffing through the pages of his journal, he felt as if he should note how odd it was that each time he tried to get the information he requested, the c...

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“Dink’s Famous Chili ” by Connie Elstun

Dickson Richardson, the creator of Dink’s Famous Chili, remembered his days in isolated Meeker, Colorado, while waiting his turn to be interviewed by Willow Wild. Today her Colorado Wild talk show would feature Colorado’s most successful entrepreneurs and would air live on Denver cable. Being pampered by the crew who fixed his hair and put a dab of makeup on his sleep bags reminded Dickson of his 20-year-old caretaker days of his Uncle Hank. It seemed like a century had passed, but it had only been a few years back ...

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“Working the Oracle ” by Connie Elstun

The following work has brief segments of violence, gore and uses mature languageThis story I’m about to blab is short, sweet, and fucking strange. Who am I you ask? Nobody, yeah that's right if the creeps know I told you, my name would be mud anyway. In the short time I spent working for Zelda’s Fortune Teller Emporium, I learned firsthand what happens to you if you try pulling a fast one on God. Just try working over any of his oracles and things get ugly fast.

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“An infinite repetition” by Connie Elstun

The flickering of Christmas lights might have looked entirely out of place if not for the constant late spring rain storms and fog intrusion that made way along the foothills just outside the quaint town of Golden in Colorado. However, it was odd how the old string multicolor bulbs looked right at home amongst the ruin of the rundown old house.Young and curious Britney Marrs ritualistically noticed them. She said to herself one night on her way home from work, “What the Hell, curiosity killed the ca...

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“I-s-A-C” by Connie Elstun

My note read: “To whom it may concern, my name Is Ben Holcomb. By the time you read this, I will either be dead or found. I am missing from Colorado Springs, Colorado. Please call the police and my wife, Shelby Holcomb, at 933-4188. I am hurt and afraid and being held against my will in a cabin above Saints John-Please send help!”I hoped whoever found it will be able to read it as my handwriting was shaky and weak, emphasizing my un-sharpened pencil, and torn paper. I had kept the note in my underwear for days before put...

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“Blame” by Connie Elstun

I ain’t never forgave my Ma for selling my pony; like she ain’t never forgiven me for not telling her sooner bout’ my brother’s injury. I hate to say this, but I’m missing that pony more than my little brother, but Pawpaw said it just ain’t right to feel that way.By the way, my name is Abigail Holts; I go by Abby. I’m twelve years old, and I now live on my Pawpaw’s Hereford Cattle Ranch thirty miles east of Wild Horse, Colorado. If you don’t know, that’s pretty much close to nowhere and HELL. Pardon my French; Pawpaw doe...

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“A New Year Nirvana ” by Connie Elstun

The Mercury Apartment building in downtown Greeley Colorado is usually, a quiet place for me and my Calico cat Bonkers to live, but tonight, the party noise is driving Bonkers, well, bonkers. Me too, as the crazy cat ran around my lumpy sofa fifty times before heading up the Christmas tree. Sally, what is wrong with you? I asked myself then answered, you're lazy, that's what -it's New Year's, and you still have your pathetic Christmas tree up in the corner. Generally, New Year's Eve is fi...

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“The Resolution ” by Connie Elstun

"My destiny has a lot to do with the old photograph I have in my carry-on. I'm giving it to my nephew for Christmas this year, and as a bonus, it has a story."I said this to the pretty young woman with the earphones on. She was seated beside me before she got up and moved over by the window. I did not follow.I waited a few moments more, and a young man, 30ish, sat down. I reached out my hand in a friendly fashion and said, "Frank Sullivan and your name?" No response, just crickets.I continued, "I'm onl...

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“Christmas at Midnight ” by Connie Elstun

Working as an R.N. on Dementia Ward B makes it seem that a matutinal death is as commonplace as a pre-dawn birth. My dear sweet patient, Margaret Brown, joined Jesus on this early Christmas morning. I'm not sure if she extraordinarily left this world or not. I was there; I did see it, yet it all seemed like a dream. Maybe the old myth is true, Christmas at midnight is when heaven and earth meet.Margaret's story plays in my mind like the repetition of elevator-style Christmas tunes I have listened to all month; it’s most ...

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“Doctor Frickle’s Mysterious Cabinet of Transmogrify” by Connie Elstun

Gentlemen, I observed my audience looking positively frabjous in their waiting that night; yes, I took a little peek from the red velvets right before showtime. Curiosity killed the cat, and my magic proficiency cannot hold a candle to Carroll's 71’-word invention of frabjous. What a wordsmith as his reading audience fell for his poppycock hook line and sinker; the same will be valid for me, the magician. I pulled my red velveteen curtain open and hooked it to...

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“Run!” by Connie Elstun

(Contains brief Dystopian gore)Pine Grove Mall couldn't provide a non-gender specific Santa Claus this year due to an unforeseen incident. Everyone who resided in our small suburban community was dead, or at least that appeared to be the case. Well, everyone except Faith and me. We hid when those things, those machines, entered the mall. Two strangers together, just she and I hiding and scared. Before we sat in our protected cubby, eighteen-year-old Faith Gardner told me how she loved coming to the m...

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Author bio

. I am a retired educator, now a blogger, who loves horror stories. I am inspired by my favorite authors King, Salinger, Jackson, Poe, and Lovecraft. Spending my Rocky Mountain mornings writing both fictional stories and publishing a Colorado adventurist blog is somewhat a dream come true. My blog features my personal adventures to all the unique and infrequently traveled areas of my state. Besides writing, I enjoy hiking and off-roading with my husband, our adult children and our Bull Terrier dog, Copernicus. I love visiting mountain ghost towns, and old cemeteries most as I love featuring them in my stories. I write my best horror with my cats Minerva and Little Golden at my side.