Conrad M

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2021

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“A hero From The Grave” by Conrad M

Submitted to Contest #261

Copyright 2022Self- published by C.E. MetcalfISBN 978-1-387-76220-0 A Hero From The Grave Everyone needs a hero. There is no strength stronger than love. Even from the ones that are no longer with us. Some stories say that hero’s never truly die that their souls remain amongst the living to protect the ones they love. Whether that is fact or fiction know one truly knows. But in this case……. Chapter 1 The last thing I remember I had just returned home after a tour in Afghanistan. I came home to a loving welcome home from both my son and my...

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“If I could Only Turn Back Time” by Conrad M

Submitted to Contest #234

I sit he by my lap top wondering about my life. I am sixty-four years old and wondering where my life went. I look back at it and wonder maybe I should have done this differently. Or I should have done that differently. Could have should have but didn't. I grew up in a small town in the sixties and seventies. And I couldn't wait to get out of there. I hated every minute of it. I didn't have a lot of friends because my family was one of the poorest in our Neiber hood. Our house was so old we had a hand pump in the yard for water and still had...

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“I'm Ok by C.E. Metcalf” by Conrad M

Submitted to Contest #161

There are some of us out there that were called heroes. The ones that came home from war. And there are some of us that the war is still going on in our minds. We are sometimes called the lucky ones. And some of us don't feel that way. I myself am a disabled vet. I was blinded in a fire fight in Desert Storm. My self and two other men were taken cover behind an old junk vehicle trying to keep from getting shot. And then came the mortar blast. It destroyed the rest of it. The two men I was with died. and I ended up in a coma because of a TMI ...

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“My Early Days” by Conrad M

Submitted to Contest #140

It was a rainy night in August when I sat on my front porch. The night was peaceful the sun had gone down a couple of hours ago. I remember when I was young, I did the same thing with my father. My father has been gone for forty- seven years. But those memories still live on. I was sixteen when he passed that was the saddest day of my life. He was sixty-two when I was born that was probably what gave him a stroke trying to raise me at that age. He did make it to seventy-nine. Because of his age and his health, we didn't do a lot of things th...

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“The Locked Door by C.E. Metcalf” by Conrad M

Submitted to Contest #130

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother why to this day I don't really know. Not that it really matters. Many years have gone by since then. But one thing I'll always remember was a locked door. I asked many times what was behind it and grandma would always say nothing for you to be concerned about. But of course, I was a curious boy like most boys my age. I wanted in the worst way to find out what was behind it. No matter how hard I begged grandma she never gave in. She caught me a couple of times trying to pick the lock on the door...

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“The Storm from Hell by C.E. Metcalf” by Conrad M

Submitted to Contest #129

It was a cold winter in main. I sat at my kitchen table drinking a hot cup of coffee. I had spent the day cutting firewood. I had gotten an early start this morning because I knew a storm was coming. I had given up listening to the weather report years ago because most of the time they were wrong. I have lived in my cabin for 22 years and seen all kinds of weather. But this time I had a feeling the storm coming was going to be different. My cabin was about the size of a large 1- bedroom apartment. I had built it myself 23 years ago. It had t...

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“Tea With Tony by C.E. Metcalf” by Conrad M

Submitted to Contest #128

As I was pouring myself a cup of tea this morning, I was the dear in my back yard. I have only lived here for a few years but every morning they show up. I have never been able to get close enough to touch them. Every time I tried, they must have smelled my scent and ran. I build a cabin in the middle of a hundred acres of wood land I purchased from an old friend. My old friend was named Tony I used to visit him quite often when he owned it. Tony lived to be the ripe old age of eighty- eight. He was Dieng of cancer when he sold it to me. I h...

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“Merton” by Conrad M

Submitted to Contest #121

The year was 1984 Merton Whipple was on his morning walk to work. He worked for the city of Binghamton New York on the back of a garbage truck. He was twenty one and had been doing it since he was eighteen. It's the only job he had ever had. Just before he turned eighteen he dropped out of high school because he knew he was far from a good student. He lived with his mother and step father in a small house on Lyon street. He had a girl friend Connie who he used to see after work. At that time of his life she was the love of his life. They wer...

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