Dennis Sigler

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“A Captain's Worst Fear” by Dennis Sigler

Submitted to Contest #108

“Aye Captain, there be a storm a com-en.” warned Angus Murphy. “I feel it in me bones.” Captain Marvin Dogbody glanced west towards the prevailing winds. A dark haze was forming on the distant horizon. He looked back at Angus. He trusted his first-mate and his aching bones. They were more accurate than his expensive German barometer. “Have the men reef the topsails, but leave the main and the jibs flying.” “Aye,...

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“The Bettles Legend” by Dennis Sigler

Submitted to Contest #77

Curtains of pastel lights, with its flood of greens and a dash of pink, dance over an old log cabin that lies in the shadow of the north-pole. This cabin is nestled next to a creek in a remote valley in the Brooks Range. The old prospector has worked this creek nigh on to thirty years now with his wife, Nancy, of forty years. He has a son and a daughter who have since moved on to jobs in the big city; in this case, Fairbanks, Alaska. It is three days before Christmas, the sun ...

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“ Cat got your Tongue? ” by Dennis Sigler

Submitted to Contest #76

Pierre and Monique were quite renowned in Paris when eet came to their secret nighttime activities. They were cat-burglars and did quite well at their trade. Monique loved diamonds, and Pierre could not steel enough for her. He adored mon Cheri. And he was her diamond-in-ze-rough. Pierre was built like a weasel and zhust as cunning. There was no building that was Pierre-proof, no matter how high. Nor was there a fire...

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“The Old Man and the Bridge” by Dennis Sigler

“Mom,” gasped Danielle, “Mom, I think that man is going to jump.” It was a bright sunny afternoon, Danielle and her mother Sandra, decided to go beach-combing along the coastal waters of Washington State. Danielle, who was named after her father, lived in Seattle. When her father retired, he and Sandra moved to the coast and built their retirement home. It was on rugged, beach-front property. Danny now visits her mother on weekends. She works for Microsoft and mom has t...

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“A Craving” by Dennis Sigler

Submitted to Contest #74

A CRAVINGCurtains of pastel lights, with its flood of green and blue, and a dash of pink, dance over an old log cabin that lies in the shadow of the North Pole. This cabin is nestled next to a creek in a remote valley in the Brooks Range of Alaska. It is Christmas Eve and the sun has been down for over a month and the temperature is at the bottom of its tiny little tube, but inside, it is snug and warm. The cabin is noisy with three grandchildren and a grizzled old prospector who is babysitting. His wife and pregnant daughter decided to make...

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“Five Golden Rings” by Dennis Sigler

Submitted to Contest #73

Curtains of pastel lights, with its flood of green and blue, and a dash of pink, dance over an old log cabin that lies in the shadow of the north pole. This cabin is nestled next to a creek in a remote valley in the Brooks Range. The old prospector has worked this creek since the early nineteen hundreds after the Klondike gold rush petered out. It is Christmas Eve, the sun has been down for over a month, and it won’t be back up for another five weeks. The temperature hasn’t been above forty-below for quite a spell now, but inside, it is snug...

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Author bio

Short history: Born a long time ago in Canton Ohio. Grew up on a farm. Formal schooling up to some college, I bored and quit. Marines, I survived. Again bored, and I left for Alaska. Got a job there, married, three sons, one daughter. Sailed Prince William Sound. Panned for gold. Fished salmon. Hunted big game. Moved to Washington State. Sailed Puget Sound and beyond. Got old and retired. Still sail and have new hobby, I write and continue my adventures on paper. Life is good.