Del Gibson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021

Stories (24)

24 Stories

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“SEARCHING FOR LUCY” by Del Gibson

Submitted to Contest #124

SEARCHING FOR LUCY When we arrive at the Wallace’s estate, darkness is setting in, big black dusty clouds surround the property as we drive down the long winding driveway with conifer trees standing sentinel on either side. When finally the house makes its appearance, I am astonished at the size of the sprawling mansion. We are here to conduct a paranormal investigation, searching for Lucy Wallace who practically vanished into thin air. The Mother had reached out to us yesterday. I park in front of the mansion, and we sit there in awe f...

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“2027” by Del Gibson

Submitted to Contest #120

TW: Some of the scenes maybe disturbing! 2027 ****Harry**** “Back in my days, life was very different than it is now,” I say to my Grandchildren who are piled around me, in front of the roaring fire. It is getting dark, and the night chill is setting in. Darkness is a dangerous time to be out in the open, but I have made this place as inconspicuous as possible, beneath mammoth trees. “Grandpa, could you please tell us about the old world?” Newton asks. Newton, my seven-year-old Grandson, was two years old when the New World Order beg...

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“One Lost Soul” by Del Gibson

Submitted to Contest #113

ONE LOST SOUL by Del Gibson This is my worst nightmare, and this is the reason why… So there I was, moving the rest of the boxes from the boot of my Audi, into my new apartment – when I first saw the lady standing at my bedroom window. She appeared as an unsubstantial fog upon the glass. Do you ever wish you had have listened to your instincts? You know, that gut punch that warns you something isn’t right? It shivered right through me but I brushed it off . There was no going back, and nothing to go back to. This would be my new beginni...

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“Only One Decision” by Del Gibson

Submitted to Contest #112

ONLY ONE DECISION by Del Gibson The gun feels heavy in my hand, it shakes as I tread softly towards our bedroom. People have asked me along the way, how did I make it through? I say it was a choice. Put it this way, if you had to decide between losing your memories or going blind, which one would you choose? Or which child would you save if the house was on fire? Or better still, if your husband tried to kill you, who would you tell? You can’t tell a soul because no one would believe you. No one would ever believe a woman over the chief...

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“SOLDIER IN THE MIST” by Del Gibson

Submitted to Contest #110

Soldier in the Mist by Del Gibson So, there I was, traveling from Auckland to Wellington, on a cold dark night in June. It was the first and last time I ever picked up a hitchhiker. A Winter blast of freezing wind pummeled the car – the wipers weren’t fast enough to keep up with the frustrating downpour, and I could hardly see out into the sea of darkness, devouring my Dodge. I had just left a tangihanga in the suburb of Henderson; one of my mates from Rugby, Wiremu Harrison, had been killed in a car crash. As I made my way along the motor...

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“NAIL HEAD” by Del Gibson

Submitted to Contest #109

NAIL HEAD by Del Gibson Five years ago, Dr. Roman Wilson quit his job as a clinical psychologist, and this is why… Amanda sits on the soft white leather couch. Her legs are crossed, they are jigging up and down. She is sitting in her psychologist’s office, Dr. Wilson, telling him about her life, and what happened to her and her family, all of those years ago; in the house on Broken Hill. “So, like I was just saying. The first time I saw Nail Head, I was six or maybe seven years old,” she grips the couch with white knuckles. “Mum turned...

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“The Problem” by Del Gibson

Submitted to Contest #108

PROBLEMS By Del Gibson So here is my story. I am alive, but I am dead. There was a time when I could feel, but that was eons ago. Sometimes, I float away and disappear, but most of the time I live inside my head. That seems to be the problem. I don’t know, when I wake, which year I will be in. I would love to tell you when it all started, but it was so very long ago, that I can’t remember. Oh hell, here I go again…I am standing in a doorway, I can’t see because the room is dark. I can smell an incense stick – Sandalwood burns my nostri...

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“Attack of the Hearts” by Del Gibson

ATTACK OF THE HEARTS by Del Gibson HARRY The sun arrives upon the horizon in a beautiful display of magenta, orange, and golds. You stand on the balcony against the backdrop of the glorious sky, with a hot coffee in hand, watching as a soft drizzle of rain falls from the sky. This is how you usually spend your early mornings; reflecting. Raindrops splatter your clothes. Your short curly jet-black hair, now wet and dripping down your body as the drizzle turns to heavy rain. You are casually dressed for the journey ahead, driving from Auc...

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“CHARLOTTE GONE” by Del Gibson

Submitted to Contest #106

CHARLOTTE GONE by Del Gibson The birds are chirping right outside the window, though Sue doesn’t pay them any attention. She thinks about the day her life changed, altered for the worse, it will be forever immortalised in the painting that hangs above the fireplace – over the years she has looked at this painting, its beauty, the colours, the catastrophe that occurred, and she remembers… The painting, her four-year-old daughter Charlotte had created eons ago. It’s a stark reminder of the day Sue lost it all. She has looked at the painti...

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Author bio

Hello all fellow writers. Here is a little about myself. I have been writing forever, but have only recently, in the past three years, decided to change my life path. Now I am a writer and I feel my life is where it should be. Mostly I write dark paranormal stories, and I have written a macabre, dark paranormal novel, that is currently being looked at by a few publishers - awaiting a response at this time. Since I have been submitting short stories to Reedsy, I have broadened my writing genre. As you will see, I write some comedy, real life issues and some crime and drama. Though my main focus is to introduce more horror writing into my country New Zealand, as there is a hole there, and most of the horror comes from men in this country. I hope you enjoy reading my stories, they bring me joy to write.