Douglas Goff

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2022

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8 Stories

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“Sudden Death” by Douglas Goff

Submitted to Contest #246

G stretched his long arms and looked around the table at his friends. Their Friday night poker game was in full swing.   Glenn, an accountant, was the quiet one of the group, but when he spoke it was usually worth hearing. He had just turned forty, but wore an old man looking gray fedora.  Jerry, the group’s unofficial leader, was a tall lanky fellow that lived his life like he was a character in the movie Ferris Buellar’s Day Off. He had moppish black hair covered by a black Stetson with a red feather shooting out of the brim...

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“Not Everyone Grew Up That Summer” by Douglas Goff

Submitted to Contest #214

“Go! Go! Go!” I screamed at my younger brother Ken, as I shoved him towards the bright sunlight of the open door, with many hands grasping and pulling at my clothes!   My three sisters, Julie, Joni, and Lisa were trapped behind me, my body blocking the aisle. Ken was only a couple of feet from the wide open door with only one obstacle left.   Linda the bus driver lunged at him with her large robust body, bu...

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“The Cold Hand Of Death” by Douglas Goff

Submitted to Contest #204

The sheriff wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand and spit a soggy half-smoked cigar into the dusty street. Tex Tungsten had been in law enforcement for over twenty years, having survived the wild west by sheer guts and intuition. Now that intuition was telling him something was amiss.  The middle-aged lawman had stared death down so many times he had lost count, and bore the scars to prove it. He had ...

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“Lost At Sea” by Douglas Goff

Submitted to Contest #184

The sounds of the broadside were tremendous. All ten cannon blasted into the fleeing ship, Whirlpool; tearing beams, planks, and flesh asunder. Captain Juan Carlos Sanchez signaled his five starboard cannon to return fire, the blasts shaking his smaller vessel.The pirate captain couldn’t help but wonder how things had gone so badly. They had set sail from the island of Corsica just two months before. He and his crew had spent the previous spring raiding several fat European merchant ships. He had used his ill-gotten gain...

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“Dog Days of Summer” by Douglas Goff

Submitted to Contest #181

“Germie! Germie, let’s go for a walk. I want to show you something!” His friend Nattie came running up, bubbling with excitement. Germie shrugged, laying on the warm bed of the faraway Shoulder Blade Forest trying not to hear Nat as she rattled on nonsensically. He liked her plenty fine, but she had a tendency to talk constantly and with much dramatical affect. “I swear our world is flat...

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“Do You Believe In Monsters?” by Douglas Goff

Submitted to Contest #165

Do you believe in monsters? I do. I was having one of those truly deep and comfortable childhood sleeps, that as an adult you were never quite able to return to. “I told you to be quiet!” he screamed as he spanked my behind quite hard. I had been torn from my deep slumber into a confusing and painful reality. “Now go to sleep,” he growled. He had...

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“A Very Real Conversation” by Douglas Goff

Submitted to Contest #163

“I’m gay!” she said, breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table. Only moments before she had told my wife Raschelle and I that she had an important announcement to make.“Okay.” I simply answered, staring at my fifteen-year-old daughter with many thoughts running through my head. I had six kids after all, it was likely that one would be gay.“I’ve always been gay. I just didn’t tell you or Raschelle because you are ‘homophobs’ and hate gay people.”Again, her words surprised me. Cel...

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“Dinner For One” by Douglas Goff

Submitted to Contest #162

Another long night, riddled with thoughts and hazy dreams of his indiscretion. Greg sat up slowly in his bed and after a long yawn, reached over and slapped at the off button on the blaring alarm clock, finally silencing it. He had tried the music wakeup function, but had overslept with it on two separate occasions, causing him to be late for work. No, he was that type who needed to be pulled from his slumber with loud, mind-numbing noise.He stretched his arms, reminding him of his aches and pains. It didn't help that he...

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