Gavin Foster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Singing on a Beach” by Gavin Foster

The ocean breeze felt good to Kirk Duncan, storm clouds off in the distance from the Florida coast lines were slowly threatening his jamming. Picking away at his five string banjo, he played cripple creek."Going up cripple creek going in a run, going up cripple to have some fun"He then heard someone clap behind him. Taking his eyes off the ocean, and turning around he spotted his friend."Hi Hugh""That was great"Joining him on the sand, Kirk started up another one."Some glad morning, when this life is over I'll fly away"Hugh joined in and Kir...

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“The lonely cabin” by Gavin Foster

Submitted to Contest #77

The cold air and the wind caused his temperature to worsen after the Cadillac slid into the ditch. There was no way Peter Gertrude could dig out the packed snow from the exhaust pipe, and to stay in the car to keep warm without inhaling the fumes, and passing out. Putting on his thick overcoat, and winter gloves; Peter began trudging back the route he had come from. The blizzard grew more intense, limiting his vision. The once easily seen painted line that he was following became less visible. The dirt and asphalt was still visible next to...

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“A lack of courage” by Gavin Foster

Submitted to Contest #76

A Lack of Courage Todd Heath sat at the stool of the bar counter inside of Linda's Cafe. The A/C made it difficult for him to leave due to the humid weather reaching almost ninety five degrees. The server came around. "Can I get you anything more sir?" "No, thank you miss." Todd blamed himself for wearing a sweater that morning in the early hours. He could take it off however; it would just be one more thing he'd have to carry home. There was a couple in the far corner to his right in a booth, next to a window. They were having a discussio...

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“I'm selected for the Moon ” by Gavin Foster

I’m Selected for the Moon Chapter 1 I walked down Winston Avenue toward my house, thinking about what the teacher had just told us students in class. “Every year, NASA sends one person to the moon.” So far each person in my grade was being selected each year to go to the moon. There was a drawing at the end of the final semester for the grade to determine which student would be sent. How lucky, I thought, each time someone went up there, and came back; they were the instantly popular. But only for a time, as everyone would settle down ...

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