Gary Robinson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“I Can't Say It” by Gary Robinson

Submitted to Contest #238

I Can’t Say It Lyndsey was standing at my front door with gifts in her hand. It was my birthday. She was once my lustful fantasy and now my forbidden love. The first moment I met her, Lyndsey made my nostrils flare. We met at the corporate office. Lyndsey was a vendor, and I was an executive. She had long strawberry-blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. She was a former ballerina - athletic, muscular, and petite. When she would drop by my office, I would disguise my attraction. I struggled openly, panting, stammering, and breathless....

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“A Natural Conclusion” by Gary Robinson

Submitted to Contest #224

“I can’t sleep,” Shelby whispered in Reneé’s ear. She pulled closer, “You haven’t slept in days, Honey.” Shelby climbed out of bed and started to dress. Reneé rolled over. She was worried about her husband. “Where are you going?” she whimpered. “I am going fishing. I need to clear my head, Angel.” He knelt beside the bed. “I promise you I will sleep tonight, OK?" Reneé pleaded, “Please, I am starting to stress about you.” She lifted the covers to reveal her pregnant stomach, “I have enough to worry about.” Shelby kissed her...

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“Confessions From A Mythical Legend” by Gary Robinson

Submitted to Contest #223

“I had no idea that this small area of paradise existed in this library!” the skinny, spectacled, first-year student adjusted his glasses while handing a librarian assistant his student identification. Lou, the library assistant, smiled. “Ah, I am happy to hear you say that. I have worked in special collections for four years at Shasta College and am about to graduate. I love this place.” Lou scanned his student identification, confirmed his status, and asked, “How can I help you?” The young man struggled to adjust his backpack on his ...

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“The Sword Swallowing Librarian” by Gary Robinson

Submitted to Contest #142

The Life of a Sword Swallowing Librarian Duke leaned out the bay window and inhaled the smell of the warm ocean air. His heart fluttered and he smiled. Duke knew any sign of spring meant him returning to the streets to perform his sword swallowing act. Duke looked below to the crowded sidewalk. “Good money to be made today,” he thought. He had a special skill that allowed him to earn cash on the street. There were only fourteen sword swallowers in North America, and none of them performed on the urban center sidewalks. With his act and cur...

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“How I Met a Karen” by Gary Robinson

Submitted to Contest #141

My cab pulled into what looked like an abandoned estate in Thamesmead. A modestly sized, rusting, mobile office trailer that needed painting was next to a noisy diesel generator leaking gas onto unkempt grass mixed with weeds. The cab driver raised her voice for me to understand her, “You are here!” Gary shouted, “This is it? This is the Reedsy Corporate office?” She nodded, then raised her hands to her shoulders with her palms faced upwards. Gary paused for a moment, glanced out the passenger side window at the rusting mobile office trailer...

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“The Curse of Sentimental Attraction” by Gary Robinson

Submitted to Contest #138

Val leaned over her plate of bacon and inhaled. Her eyes were closed. She was smiling. “I love the smell of bacon and coffee. It reminds me of my grandmother’s house. Walking into her kitchen was like walking into a big hug.”Gary leaned back in the diner booth. A warm, tingling sensation filled his body. “I love how sentimental you are. It truly moves me,” he shared.They were on their first date. It went longer than they both imagined.“Isn’t late-night breakfast the best?” She drank her coffee slowly. Her countenance captured Gary’s att...

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“"Playing Doctor"” by Gary Robinson

Submitted to Contest #137

"I can't believe I am doing this. I haven't seen her since high school," Gary whispered to himself. He was staring at an acrylic painting of a cabin nestled between tall clusters of pine and oak trees. Two children were depicted playing on a tire swing. The autumn leaves, mixed with brown pine needles, blanketed the forest floor. The painting reminded him of his childhood home. He was startled by the creaky sound of a door opening behind him. It was Lisa. Gary smiled widely. "She is still as beautiful as the day I met her," his nostrils flar...

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Author bio

I love telling stories. I love playing the harmonica, and I love being in love. Self-published "The Sword Swallower and a Chico Kid." I recently finished my second book and am looking for an editor and a literary agent.