George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

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250 Stories

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“Discovery of Jane Doe in Newport” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #96

No one knew who she was. She just appeared at our small sea resort on the coast, wrapped in some kelp lying on the beach. She did not have a memory of the past and no language to describe what kind of trauma she had been through. Some of the locals hinted that she was an alien from another planet. But if you have ever been in a small community, you know how they are when it comes to rumors or innuendo about some mysterious person who suddenly appears out of nowhere. Brett Walker loved to beachcomb with ...

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“Two Door Mulligan ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #95

Don’t you dare start me on Schrodinger's Cat or the Lady or the Tiger or Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” because when you get right down to it, it’s all the same, isn’t it? Our lives are filled with choices and our fate is determined by which door we open or which road we choose to walk down. It all sounds nice and contrite to me, because when you are chasing a suspect of a triple homicide, all that crap flies out the window. My name is Detective Leland Branson Mulligan, but around my precinct, I am known as Two Door Mulligan.&nbs...

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“Over a Barrel ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #94

The deafening roar of Horseshoe Falls is what draws so many people to this natural wonder each year. I would like to say that is why I am here, but as they put the padding in a wooden barrel that will carry me over the 167-foot drop is what happens when you let your mouth overload your courage. Wearing my full body wetsuit, there are gawkers all around me who are watching in awe, wondering what is going to happen next. It should be obvious. Stupid man enters barrel, lid is fastened, followed by barrel bobbing over th...

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“Carnival of the Incurables ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #93

My name is Jack Hayward and I was the curator of the Carnival of the Incurables. There was a lot of interest in our enterprise and me be very clear, once you have entered the carnival, there is no escape from this rather unusual show. We are proud of who we were. We were proud of what we managed to do, because let’s face it, our kind is not normally accepted among the general population. It’s alright with us, because we have earned a special place in our own society than the one that rejected us. There is a hop...

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“House of Shadows ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #92

Felix Maratosa was what one would call a man of the road. Just like the Roger Miller tune, he was king of the road. Haunting the ophidian 101 highway, Felix had spent his life traveling north of south like a tumbleweed traveling on the whim of the wind. My name is Salvatore Rossini or just plain Sal owner of Sal’s Cafe just outside of Crescent City, California where we serve the best burger on the Pacific West Coast. Felix will come in about once every few weeks on his way to wherever the wind happens to be blowing. ...

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“Pointers on Pruning the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #91

Borg was not much of a reader, but Sonja, Borg’s wife, was an avid bookworm. Living on Tvorkla Island off the coast of Norway, Sonja quickly found that the tiny library in town was not able to keep up with her voracious reading appetite. In less than three years, she had read most of the books on the shelves of the library. Due to the isolation, sometimes it would take over three weeks for one of her requests to make it to the library. Boat was the only way to access Tvorkla Island where Oliver was the lighthouse keeper out...

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“In the Shade of a Sycamore ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #90

Westbrook is a small community in the hilly regions around the McKenzie River that came to be because of lumber and the unquenchable need for wood needed for a growing nation. The sound of chainsaws and aroma of sawdust characterized this corner of Oregon. The lumberjack camp is no longer there, but the history of this small town was written in logs and pulp used for paper products of all kinds. When restrictions were placed on forests depleted by constant harvesting in the 1960’s, companies depending on the lumber turned a...

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“Nanomónestôtse Box Canyon ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #89

It was too late. There was nothing he could do. As a spotter on the ridge he watched in horror as the nineteen man firefighting crew went into Nanomónestôtse Box Canyon and did not come out. Nothing but smoke remained along with the husks of cottonwood and mesquite trees that were still smoldering. Helicopters hovered over the last place the crew had been seen alive before the distress call went out. He cried out to the gods who didn’t listen as the fire swept through the canyon at a speed pushed by the h...

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“The Brave Princess” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #88

I am excited. My grandson Benjamin is going to spend the day with me. He is a very precocious boy who is very smart, but does not seem to fit in with most social activities at his school. I have my daughter Eva talk about getting him tested for autism, but I tell her some seeds take time, you have to have patience. She tells me that the teachers are suggesting that there is no more time for him since he has fallen so far behind his peers. Peers? Such a clinical word to refer to a ten year old boy. Sh...

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“The Patron Saint of April Fools' Day” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #87

If you saw him on the street, you might easily mistake him for St. Nick due to his silver white halo of hair flowing freely from his head and chin, his bulky frame hidden by the festive red color of his apparel from his pants held in place by his suspenders and loosely fitting tunic. Despite his striking resemblance to the Jolly Old Elf from the holidays, Alppers is the Patron Saint of April Fools’ Day. If truth be known, Alppers temperament and attitude is the polar opposite of Santa Claus. It is said he prefers a more su...

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“Return of Silvanus Tutelary ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #86

Members of the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC) met for an emergency meeting in Glasgow, Scotland after half of Greenland broke off and floated into the North Atlantic Ocean causing one of the greatest environmental shifts ever recorded. Over one hundred eighty nations sent representatives to this crisis counsel meeting with one hundred eighty different points of view presented at the meeting. They argued as the biggest iceberg in history floated freely in the ocean waters. Disaster loomed on t...

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“What So Ever You Do to the Least of my Brothers” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #85

Andre Bowers was shot and killed by Langford Police when he was standing in the parking lot of a local 7-11 waving a pistol. He happened to be African American and later it was determined that the .38 snub nose was not loaded. Immediately the small community reacted to this incident creating a question: How can we prevent future incidents from happening? This question is not unique to Langford. One more factor, Andre Bowers was mentall ill. From interview with Sidney Ross, Langford City Manager: Last year about...

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“Friday, March 13, 2020” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #84

There are dates that will live on in infamy and for me this will be one of those dates. I am a language arts teacher and each day I write the date on the board for my students to see. On this day, I have written “Friday, March 13, 2020” on my whiteboard. I am not an overly superstitious person, but there is an extra tingle when I finish writing it. We are finishing up Elie Wiesel’s Night. The book is a one hundred plus page romp through the horrors of the Hollcaust written by someone who survived Auschwitz.&nbs...

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“Longjohn Whitaker, Local Legend” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #80

“Who is that guy?” I pointed to an old man sitting at the counter of Gooseberry Café sipping black coffee. His skin was the color of rich mocha, his voice was full of resonance, deep and rich with the essence of a life well-lived. There was an aura that told me that he was a man I needed to get to know. I had been on a quest to find human stories that were worth telling. “Longjohn Whitaker.” The man next to me answered as he put some grits on his spook. “Seems like someone carved his face out of stone.” I chuckled, ...

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“Brother's Keeper ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #79

“Please, look after your brother. I know that you two have had your differences and that you resent him.” My mother said as she lay in her bed in hospice as her life slowly drained from her. “Mother, I do not resent him.” I felt ashamed. How could she think such a thing about me and my brother Devin. “Vernon, I am depending on you to be your brother’s keeper.” She begged. I saw in her face the pain was again becoming unbearable, so there would be no further discussion. I did not resent my brother, I feared him...

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Author bio

Currently residing in Eugene, OR. I have retired from 16 years of teaching. I have been married for 30 years and have two adult daughters, I am also a musician and an unabashed animal lover. I am a veteran of the United States Air Force. I am currently working on three novels, two historical fiction books and my memoir I do have a blog www.cryoverspiltink.com Please come visit.

Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #232

Souls in the Sky – read story

Contest #220

Take Me Out to the Ballgame – read story