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George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

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Ghost in the Attic

Submitted to Contest #321

Hello, my name is Toby Barnes, and I’m known around here as the ghost in the attic. I’ve been here since I died over two hundred years ago along this rugged shoreline named Captain’s Bend on Muskeg Bay, Minnesota. A shipwreck sent me to these hostile shores where I died during a winter storm. My surviving mates buried me here in 1798. We were searching for the fabled Northwest passage. But the Northwest Passage was not to be found as the expedition discovered at a terrible cost. Some rich buffoon decided a hundred years later to build his...

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The Last Canoe

Submitted to Contest #320

The Russian River flows through the heart of Sonoma County in California It is also home to one of the last surviving Sequoia Redwood forests in the country. Rio Nido is a two miles east of Guerneville where diversity and individuality are celebrated. Six miles east of Rio Nido is a canoe rental place that does a vigorous business during the summer when the tourist mob the place to explore the scenic wonders of the redwoods. I saw her waving in my rearview mirror as I pulled out of her apartment driveway. Five years ago, I came home to mar...

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The Reappearance of the Bell Witch

Submitted to Contest #319

Hello, my name is Kate Batts and I’m quite famous in these parts. I am known in the west end of Robertson County, Tennessee in this house. It became famous when I made my first appearance back in 1817 when John Bell and his family moved in to farm this acreage. According to local legend, I was the cause of his death. I find that humorous. My name has been associated with witchcraft and a deep sense of evil. Tell me truthfully, do I look evil to you? There are folks from Clarksville who would claim that I am the embodiment of evil around her...

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The Andy Beckett Show

Submitted to Contest #318

Andy Beckett was once the King of the Late Night with the top-rated variety shows of the late 1950s and early 1960s. Some of the best talent walked onto his show over the ten years he had on air. Many people could still recall some of the memorable moments he had in front of a live audience that included a young senator from Massachusetts who was running for president and a foul mouth comedian named Lenny Bruce. In his final season, he had a young kid from Seattle who would play at Woodstock before he passed away at age twenty-seven. One t...

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Exit Strategy

Submitted to Contest #317

There is an old adage when you are involved with a project that can be risky, “When the red lights start flashing, you’d better have an exit strategy.” My grandpa told me that. My grandpa worked on the Manhattan Project. Maybe you have heard of it. The research and experimental testing at Los Almos, New Mexico.My grandfather Cecil Monroe was a professor of physics at Princeton university. The head of the department was Albert Einstein who had developed where his theories had advanced nuclear fission. As he told me, Los Almos became a bee...

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Secret Life of Otis Wong

Submitted to Contest #316

My name is a contradiction. That is the first thing you should know about me. I read about things I’ve done in the newspapers. Some of it is accurate, but other accounts are not. I am not here to tell which stories are true and which stories are false.All I can tell you is, I am not who you think I am, but I think that is a good place to start. I was born Bo Wong, in the city of Canton on March 4, 1962, in the Year of the Tiger. Growing up in our small apartment, I quickly learned the value of love and kindness from my mother Ai. My mothe...

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Lost in the Middlelands

Submitted to Contest #315

Private Eugene Crawford was lost. Stumbling over the uneven terrain, he had become separated from his unit during an attack on the German lines. It was a frosty morning, the kind that numbs you to the bones and stings your lungs each time you breath in. Fog mixing with gun powder from the battle had obscured his vison as cloud after cloud rolled on through. It seemed to him that his comrades took the high road, and he took the low road during the fiercest part of the fighting. Going over the top, he felt was nothing but utter suicide. B...

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First Summer in Arizona

Submitted to Contest #314

Looking back at my first summer in Arizona in 2005, it is difficult for me to make this true story real, because no matter what I tell you, it is going to sound like fiction. After driving down the Al-Can Highway from Chugiak, Alaska to my new home in Gilbert, Arizona, I had no idea what waited for me there. My father-in-law and I arrived in Gilbert in April. Little did I know what the summer held for me in the Valley of the Sun. At one time in the not-too-distant past, Gilbert used to be a small whistle stop on the way to Phoenix, Arizo...

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The Schonberg Hoax

Submitted to Contest #313

Can someone disappear right before your eyes? Magicians and illusionists have sold us on this idea for centuries, but in the concrete world of investigation, this type of hocus-pocus is not considered feasible. When covert criminal activity is involved, there is always a victim and perpetrator. My professional instincts have usually prevailed or so I thought until a few years before I hung up my badge for good. Sitting on my front porch with my coffee in one hand and my book in the other, I enjoy the peace and solitude earned with forty yea...

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Intelligent By Design

Submitted to Contest #312

Paul Gallager was a quiet and reserved records runner toiling in the labyrinth known as County Public Records. Nobody seemed to pay any attention to his idiosyncrasies and odd behavior. He did his best to keep to himself cloaked in obscurity but suspected that others in the department somehow knew his secret. Whenever he would pass by their cubicles, he would meet their suspicious glances and sometimes hear their gossip. Ever since P.L 1927 went into effect at the beginning of the week, Paul could not quell his apprehension over the new pub...

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What's Behind the Looking Glass

Submitted to Contest #311

Slim Bodine woke up with an incredible hang over. Getting to his feet was a major effort causing pain in every frontier of his brain. Evidence of his wild ruckus from the night before lay where he had discarded the items in his drunken rampage that included a boisterous acclamation of how his life sucked. Slim knew as he approached his thirtieth fifth birthday, the only thing getting thinner was the hair on his head. Bessie, his girlfriend, had finally worked up the nerve to tell him that she was moving on. Everyone knew he was a loser. ...

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Medusa's Lost Readers of Tomorrow

Submitted to Contest #310

The Big Top Bookstore was going out of business. The owner Cronin Riggleworth was selling the place after his grandfather opened the store in the previous century. He had returned from the war in Europe in 1919. His grandfather’s love of books was displayed throughout the store. There were some big promotions that had taken place in his store during that time, but when Cronin left for the evening, he would not be returning in the morning to open as he had for the last thirty years of his life. It was hard to compete with the electronic ...

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Exile of Argus MacGuire

Submitted to Contest #309

“Take one more step and I’ll blow ya to Kingdom come.” A red-bearded man dressed in a kilt with blue tartar held a musket aimed at some discarded crates a few feet from where I had landed my skiff. Using an eighteen-horse powered outboard motor, I navigated the choppy waters from the port of Tagharry to this unnamed jutting pile of rocks a few kilometers west of Deasker Island in the northern Atlantic Ocean.Standing with my hands in the air, not daring to move a muscle, the large man spoke again, “Don; t’ink I won’ pull the triggah. The be...

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Distant Memory

Submitted to Contest #308

I recall my wife’s voice as if I heard it just yesterday. Memories can be deceiving, however. The distant memories can come to life right before your eyes, while things that happened in the recent past get clouded and lost. I would like to tell you how I reflect on my distant memories, but you’d probably think I was daft. At this point, it really doesn’t matter to me. “Vernon!” She called out to me as I was working in the yard. “You have a phone call. I shut the engine of my lawnmower off and walked to the front porch where she had been ...

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Haunting Lessons

Submitted to Contest #307

“Where am I?” I asked as the door closed, and I stood in complete darkness.Silence.“Is anybody here?” I could feel the panic surge through me like an electrical current. My eyes might as well be closed as the absence of light made me feel totally blinded.What was I doing before I came here? How did I get here? Why am I here?“Welcome.” A voice sounded from the darkness.“Who are you?” I panted, “Show yourself.” “We have a few questions for you.” The voice sounded demanding.“Not until I know where I am.” I definitely snapped. Laughter, deep a...

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