Geoff Peterson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Stranger” by Geoff Peterson

Submitted to Contest #74

I knew the moment he walked through the door he didn’t belong. The way his eyes looked sunken and tired, he’d traveled a long way to get here, that was for sure. His clothes were not any fashion known around these parts. It was a silver, one-piece, almost jumpsuit looking outfit with bits of metal in no discernible pattern. He was short. His skin was an unfamiliar color. It was hard to tell if it was green or gray. It was unnatural, whichever it was. My aunt got jaundice once. Her skin turned a faint yellow, so I had seen discoloratio...

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“Girlfriend Experiences” by Geoff Peterson

Submitted to Contest #73

She did one more makeup check before her performance. Her eyeliner was a perfect foxy look; a thick black line thinning to a point just beyond the edge of each eye. There were no stray eyebrow hairs present, they were all covered by the wide black stripe of makeup. Her forehead was that perfect tanned look she wanted and her cheeks matched except for their hint of rosy. Her cheekbones appeared higher than they actually were and her lip filler was holding strong. She puckered her lips at herself in the mirror, admired the d...

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“Alaska Air” by Geoff Peterson

Submitted to Contest #72

Claressa was not an adventurous person. She hadn’t been on a plane in years and she had forgotten the feeling of her stomach sinking when the front of the plane suddenly pitched upwards and she was pressed back into her seat. She had a feeling of release when she thought, “If the plane crashes, I’ll certainly die.” She got this way on takeoff and landing. For reasons unknown to her, the flying part seemed the most safe. She wasn’t scared of flying, she just didn’t enjoy it. The flight was short, under four hours. Just enough time to w...

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“The Last Time As Children” by Geoff Peterson

Submitted to Contest #59

There was a loud crash just outside his window in the early hours of the morning. The sun had not yet risen and he really did not want to get out of bed. It was cold and the blankets were the only thing keeping him, somewhat, warm. He listened to the sounds of his parents stirring awake. He heard his sister’s room door open and the muffled voice of their mother reassuring her everything was ok. The door closed quickly and her footsteps on the creaky floorboards signaled she was on her way to him. “I’m fine, Mother,” he sai...

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