G. Miller

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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7 Stories

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“A Brief Encounter On The 97” by G. Miller

Submitted to Contest #27

It never fails, after half an hour or so sitting in coach, I reach the point where I can't handle the chatter going on around me. So, I grab my bag and head for the club car. My usual table is open. I drop my gear, set up my computer, get on the Internet and head for the bar. I order the usual, double Bloody Mary, spicy. I hadn't noticed the woman seated across from me, on the other side of the aisle, until she got up and set down directly across from me at my table. Very attractive, maybe in her late 50s or early 60s, with very expressiv...

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“The Long Happy Life Of Amadeus” by G. Miller

Submitted to Contest #26

He burst forth from the comforts of his mothers' womb into the world of light and sound; much to the relief of all present. With the usual smart slap to his blue pink ass, he announced himself immediately. Unlike newborns who voice displeasure at their harsh ejection he drew a deep breath, his first, and let loose for all in the delivery room, and down the halls to hear, a loud perfectly pitched voiced note in the key of "C". On his next, his second breath, he belted out another perfect "C" followed, in the same breath...

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“A Passing Madness” by G. Miller

Submitted to Contest #26

It all really started when I moved from Miami to Seattle to be closer to my spiritual mentor. Even though he was dead for many years. It wasn't long before I hooked up with some like-minded would-be musicians; we started jamming, then we formed the band.In the beginning, I named the group "Funk Hole". The week after that it was "Burn"; and after that, "Bad Punctuation"; and so on and so on; one iteration after another.I kept changing the name because we were so bad. But no matter how many times it changed ...

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“Tent Dreams” by G. Miller

Submitted to Contest #25

By the time Chip reached the tent the sun was just setting turning the bay into a blaze of yellow and orange. Inside he slipped off his boots, rolled the last of his stash and inhaling deeply settled back to wait for Abby. After a very long day hustling hand-outs, which netted a paltry $13.45, then several hours twirling a "Pizza Now" sign netting another $24.00 he was ready to kick back. On top of that today was New Years Eve. Abby would be in soon; he snuffed out the joint, saving her half. He had a treat for both of them to ...

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“The Divel's Gate” by G. Miller

Submitted to Contest #24

The Devil's GateCame across the ad quite by accident in the L.A. Times."Unique opportunity to own a piece of history. Situated on 5- acres just outside Silver City, NV.'Devil's Gate' was the main gateway to the Comstock during the boom days of silver and gold.Property has house and out buildings. Anxious."I emailed the realtor and was quickly emailed photos from 1877 and today, 2019. It looked veryintriguing and wrapped the whole package up to show Alison, my wife over dinner.That evening a...

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“Ghost Walker” by G. Miller

Submitted to Contest #23

"At the beginning of Time the Wolf god appeared to Gog; 'Go forth and spread the People upon theLand for it is Your Land and from hence forth none shall challenge you for your People rule the Nightand the Day and the Wolf shall always be by your side.'"From the Sacred Origin Story of the Nenet Peoples"The Long dark nights of the Siberian Arctic rule the daily routine, but the peoples that havelived here for millennia know how to use time; they live and survive and to them life is as it was meantto...

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“Death in the New Year” by G. Miller

Submitted to Contest #22

Death in the New YearG. MillerWord count: 1135The mountain air blew cold, gusting and cutting like a knife, colder tonight then Private Aguilar (“Agui”) Morales remembered and tonight he had been assigned to security detail outside the Governor's Palace. Morales was pissed; tonight was New Years Eve and the town would be aflame in fireworks, music, dancing and heavy drinking. A night when parents were too busy celebrating to take mush notice of what their daughters were doing or who they did it with. Morales had pl...

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