Douglas Maxson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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“Flight 257” by Douglas Maxson

Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City promising a five- figure advanc...

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“If Cinder Blocks Could Talk” by Douglas Maxson

“If Cinder Blocks Could Talk” The house at 824 Pleasant Street still stands. It was my home from 1955 to 1970. My folks cared for this two-story for another 25 years after I left for college.The memories speak of countless tales hidden within those cinder blocks stacked like legos. They were uneven showing signs of jagged cracks in the foundation from years of sett...

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“Flight 257” by Douglas Maxson

Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned above Lindsay’s flight without moving. Lindsay Monarch, an aspiring author, landed a major book deal with Vanning Publishing in New York City promising a five- figure advance. ...

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“Flight 257” by Douglas Maxson

Flight 257 1212 words It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. Wha...

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“Return to Sender” by Douglas Maxson

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“Return to Sender” by Douglas Maxson

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“Flight 257” by Douglas Maxson

Flight 257 It wasn’t unusual for a dense fog to linger at this airstrip. The location provided the right seasonal atmosphere for such a haze. What was strange it positioned...

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“Don't Order the Fish” by Douglas Maxson

"Don't Order the Fish" It was the summer of 1970. They were newlyweds, Chad and Erin, a couple in love going fishing for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. As they approached the waterfront at the end of a narrow dusty two-track, a slight breeze carried the smell of lake weeds and fungus bordering the sloped banks. Tied to a wood...

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