Geoffrey Saemann

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Perfect Family” by Geoffrey Saemann

Submitted to Contest #192

Poor behavior is not tolerated in my family. Nor are any mistakes that might hinder our progress. Father always says that mistakes are similar to rebellious recruits in marine boot camp. Father works as a drill sergeant in one of these camps, you see. It was where he learned the lessons that he now passes on to us. Father said that when he was a recruit in the corps, as he refers to it, he had all sorts of rebellious ideas, as did his fellow recruits. One day, Father’s bunkmates thought it would be amusing to carry one of the drill instructo...

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“The Good Mother” by Geoffrey Saemann

Submitted to Contest #156

I woke up drenched in sweat. It seemed to be happening more and more often lately. I sat up in bed, gasping as if I’d just completed a half-marathon. “Another damned nightmare” I thought irritably. “Can’t get away from the jackass, even in my sleep.” I looked around at the dark bedroom, observing the whirlwind of clutter that obscured most of the hardwood floor from view. The small, dirt-streaked window only allowed a few rays of morning sunlight to penetrate the room. As the fog of sleepiness cleared from my brain, I realized my head was po...

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“Takeover” by Geoffrey Saemann

Submitted to Contest #154

“We’re running out of time Owen,” I said over the burner phone. “We need to get out of here now! There are less safe passages across the border every day, and I speak, our people are staking out more of them!” I barely finished the sentence before my boss, Derek Morgan, strode around the corner. I reacted immediately, jamming the burner phone into my breast pocket. “Oh Derek, I didn’t see you there!” Derek remained stone faced. “You alright, Mrs. Bronson?” Derek asked kindly enough, although I knew he was probing my expression and body langu...

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“The Lieutenant ” by Geoffrey Saemann

Submitted to Contest #153

Lt. Clay Menessa had had another long day at the office. Not long in the sense that it had involved particular strenuous police work, but long in the sense that it seemed to just drag on and on, until all he could he think about was leaving the cramped, run-down police station in the little town of Reedsville, MN that was strewn with outdated dell monitors, scattered files that were overdue to be archived, the ancient coffee machine that needed badly to be replaced, dirt-streaked window panes that showed views that were of no particular inte...

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Author bio

Not a pro, but getting there.