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George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

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Manga Bellator's Farewell

Submitted to Contest #166

His opponent, half his age, in an upward thrust, put his blade into Magna's throat. The maximum crowd went silent as the mighty warrior fell to his knees as his life's blood gushed from the mortal wound soaking the sand before him. Unable to draw his next breath, Magna's last gasping sound was his effort to bid farewell to those attending the gladiator event in this magnificent Colosseum.  He would enter Elysian Fields to take his place among the fallen.  Even his opponent was struck dumb seeing Magna lay at his feet. The crowd be...

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Monster

Submitted to Contest #165

When we found the body of Gloria Stoltz that made three victims for the week.  Normally we have about one homicide a year here in Red Bluff, California and most of the time it is due to a heated domestic dispute, but the three victims had been strangled and brutalized before they died. Then the killer buried the remains in a secluded area which is one thing we got plenty of in Red bluff. Seclusion keeps the tourists rolling in during the summer, but it can also provide a hideout for the monster that has found a nest here in our neck of ...

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Welcome Home, Rory Bender

Submitted to Contest #164

With the sold out crowd screaming for an encore, Rory Bender unplugged his virgin white Stratocaster guitar and walked off stage staring at the path ahead.  Climbing in the backseat of the limo waiting for him, he handed the driver a couple of Ben Franklin's and croaked, "Drive me to Seneca Falls."  "That's A three hour round trip." The driver stared at the money Rory Bender had given him. "Got a problem with that?" Rory asked, glaring at the driver over his sunglasses. "There is more of that where that came from, pal." "It ain'...

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Who is at the Door, Mitchell?

Submitted to Contest #163

Mitchell O’Malley was reading one of his school books when a dark man came knocking at our front door. “Who is at the door, Mitchell?” His mother, Patsy, called to him from the back room where she was sitting at her table darning torn clothing.  She always said Mitchell was pretty rough on his school clothing, but Mitchell would say, “When you are as rambunctious as I am, you tend to wear them out from the inside.  That’s what my daddy always said, but my daddy is gone, you know. He told me what rambunctious is and believe me, tha...

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If It's Not on the Menu...

Submitted to Contest #162

Most places you learn if it’s not on the menu, then it’s probably not available.  It makes sense, because if it was available then it would be on the menu, right?  Even when I was just a kid, I learned that if it wasn’t there then I wasn’t going to order it.  If you go to a fish place, you are not going to order a pizza, right? Sure, sure, common sense one would think.  But that was before Togals opened its doors a few months ago. And all the rules changed after that to the point, I’m not sure about anything anymore. My ...

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Return Tour

Submitted to Contest #161

It took him over thirty years, but on his return tour he would not be carrying thirty pounds of U.S. Army gear, an M-16 and twenty plus pound lead flak vest.  He was just twenty year old when he came on his first tour.  He was over fifty years old as he flew into Ho Chi Minh City.  It was Saigon the first time he came, but there had been a lot of changes since that time.  He had also been through three painful divorces since he returned home as it seemed the dragon of his past was always raising its ugly head.  Afte...

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Elijah the Water Diviner

Submitted to Contest #160

A man walked out of the Dead Mountain Wilderness area wearing the traditional robes of a shaman.  His name was Elijah Foster and he had been reported missing over fifty years ago.  His sudden appearance sent shock waves through the remote communities of the Mojave Desert in California. According to first hand accounts, Elijah appeared not to have aged a bit since his disappearance and he was confused and disoriented after his Rip van Winkle disappearance a half century before. His father was a Paiute shaman, a follower of Wovoka w...

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Driving a Truck Full of Money

Submitted to Contest #159

See I wasn't straight when I wrote that I was carving a name And I was praying that no one was ever gonna love me again And I was late for somethin' Every hour of every day And completely lonesome out on the prairie With a truck full of money (Truck Full of Money by Donovan Woods)  I have discovered that life is a whole lot better when you are driving a truck full of money.  How that came about is still beyond me, because, you see, I am not known as the lucky kind.  But just this once, God shined His light on me and here I ...

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Better Man

Submitted to Contest #158

She lies and says she's in love with him Can't find a better man She dreams in color, she dreams in red Can't find a better man Can't find a better man Can't find a better man Oh (“Better Man” Pearl Jam, 1994) Devon Shellnick wanted to be a better person, but sometimes nature does not allow the leopard to transform into a sheep just because he is tired of killing his next meal. Devon was twenty four and in six weeks, he’d be twenty five.  At that point he would be the oldest member of the Flushing Avenue Freaks Gang.  His brothe...

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Fly Fishing Lessons

Jennifer Gallagher was not what someone would call an outdoor person, but when Keith Warton asked her to accompany him on a fly fishing excursion on the Wolf River in Montana, she did not hesitate to say yes.   “Are you nuts?” Morgan Sikes blurted out when you best friend Jennifer told her of the trip.  “Keith is such a wussy.”  “No, he’s not.” Jennifer defended him and at that moment, Morgan understood why Jennifer had decided to tag along. “He’s going to teach me how to fly fish.”  “What? You, fly fishing? ...

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Alternate Reality

Submitted to Contest #156

There is a story in the news about a gruesome murder and I left to wonder if I am responsible.  Having returned from an alternate reality, my hands and clothes are covered in blood.  Removing the gaming device that I have used to transport me to that other reality, my mind is racing my heartbeat and I'm not sure which one will win the race and when the winner is declared, will I still be in this reality? .  Collapsing in my chair, I search my consciousness for answers I know I will never find.  I am aware of the clock tic...

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Pied Piper of Palm Springs

Submitted to Contest #155

Little known fact, the mayor of Hamelin reneged on his contract Meave Maddox aka, the Pied Piper when he rid the small village of a rat infestation.  The legend states he then turned his magical flute on the children and marched them out of town much to the chagrin of the town's folk.  Taking place in the thirteenth century in Lower Saxony, his action did not cause an Amber Alert as it would have today.  After the betrayal, Meave moved to Palm Springs.  The gossip manuscript written and published by hand at the Therpopulo...

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Sylvia's Time Travel School

Submitted to Contest #154

You can find some incredible stuff on social media.  For instance, my latest discovery was an ad for Sylvia’s Time Travel School.  I checked the ratings and found most of them were extremely favorable.  Lots of thumbs up.   I have always wanted to travel in time, in other directions besides the straight ahead direction most of us are used to, but I found traveling in the accepted direction has bored out of my skull.  After getting fired from my minimum wage dead-end job, my mom told me I should give community c...

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Enrolled in Old School

Submitted to Contest #153

It was a quiet day.  I knew it wouldn’t last.  In a short while, I would have solid proof that my instincts were correct as I finished my lunch in my counseling office at Park Ridge High School where I have been for the last ten years. It seems longer when I get a quiet moment to myself.   “Are you Mr. Sowell?” A student knocks at my door.  Like most of the other students, his clothes are full of holes and his flannel shirt appears as if it has not been washed in over a month. “Yes, and you are?” I stand up, droppi...

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Aubrey Rose McCallum

Submitted to Contest #152

“My name is Aubrey Rose McCallum.” She told me on the first day of class, “And I am autistic.” Now I want you to see something.  Please, follow me.  It’s on the north wall of the gymnasium.  Right there.  Beautiful, isn’t it?  It took her over a semester and a lot of spray paint, but it is a true work of art, don’t you think so?   As you can see, Aubrey used such  brilliant colors to transform that plain, dull brick wall into this striking figure of a heavenly angel with both wings and arms spread ou...

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