Doug Goodrich

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

129 karma pts

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“Nancy Elaine Trumbolli” by Doug Goodrich

Submitted to Contest #76

My pace quickened as I walked down the hall, getting closer and closer to my destiny. Passing the classrooms on the east side, I could see teachers prepping for the day to come. I can’t imagine many students want to come to school this early, especially on a Monday, but here I am. I feel like a fool, a bumbling idiot, at least I’ve felt this way since my freshman year started a month ago. The difference between middle school and high school is huge. I think back to my parents warning me about this fact, but I don’t think they emphasized it e...

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“Erasing the Eraser” by Doug Goodrich

Submitted to Contest #75

Trigger warning: gun violence I shot him in the back of his left ear. The bullet went through his brain and exited out of his right eye. It was a clean shot, not a clean location, in terms of blood. The blood covered the breakfast bar and part of the kitchen’s white tile. Damn, white tile. I hate that shit. I hadn’t intended to shoot the guy right here, but I knew it needed to happen, so I made a quick decision to end him. Job well done. I love my job. I clean up bad relationships. You know how some women end up in relationship...

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“Desperate Hours” by Doug Goodrich

Submitted to Contest #74

Hello. If you’re reading this, things have gone seriously wrong in the world and those of us who were able to escape into an underground bunker are attempting to survive. Coordinates: 29.4909640976 X -98.4882335449201 Please know that I’ve tried desperately to remain as levelheaded and alert throughout the lead up to this disaster, but I have failed at times. From the moment that rumors swirled of an attempt to poison the world, I immediately began emergency proceedings according to the agreed-upon steps. Out of the original 26 members...

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“Five Times a Charm” by Doug Goodrich

Submitted to Contest #73

Gina took all of her 9-year-old frame and jumped up as high as she could off of the trunk of her mom’s car, coming down right in the middle of a large puddle of muddy, Texas water. It was perfection for her brother and sisters as they cheered her on, while receiving a large amount of the water on themselves. Gina’s new dress was supposed to be yellow, but it now had become an off brown/tan color, as the mud dripped slowly onto the ground below.“Way to go, Gina! Perfection!” They held up 10 fingers for a perfect score, including the oldest si...

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“Paying the Morgue-age” by Doug Goodrich

Submitted to Contest #72

Aunt Florence looked great. Well, I should say, she looked great for a dead person. Her bright, gray hair was brushed straight down by her sides. It seemed to glisten under the Myer’s Funeral Home lights as I inched closer to the front. She wore a tidy pantsuit, tucked in on the sides, with her arms folded gently in front of her. I swear she looked better than I had seen her in years. Gone were the skin blemishes that made her look haunted and hollow. She looked at least fifteen years younger. Funny, how we can attempt to look the best we ca...

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“The Adventures of Detective Fred Bunn - The Indonesian Butter Mystery” by Doug Goodrich

Submitted to Contest #71

I’m Detective Fred Bunn and these are, The Adventures of Detective Fred Bunn, at least until I find a more creative title.As soon as I walked into The Muffin Pan, a quant little bakery in the better part of town, I knew this was going to be an unusual case. A case like no other. The place was a wreck. I mean there was so much flower and sugar all over the walls and floors, it looked like someone had caught the Pillsbury Dough Boy and Little Debbie in an affair and murdered the both-of-them.I looked around making mental notes. I noticed a tra...

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“Guilty of Sin” by Doug Goodrich

Submitted to Contest #70

Mrs. Coleman took the last few steps and placed three, handwritten pages on the podium in front of her. Her hands trembled so she forced them down by her sides, pulling on her shirt to try and steady them. She cleared her throat and coughed, trying to dislodge the phlegm. “Thank you, your…” she stopped after hearing her voice in a different register. Mr. Banks, the state prosecutor, handed her a glass of water and she accepted, drinking two big gulps, while placing it to the side of the podium. There was movement in the old courtroom pe...

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Author bio

I've been an improvisational comedian for over 25 years, in New York and Dallas. I started writing in 2000 and made the top 100 out of 3,500 in Project Greenlight 2004. I love developing and creating new ideas.