George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

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250 Stories

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“Damn Hippie Vans” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #29

While this is not about a family conflict per ce, it was a real event in my life that has a special meaning to me and those who shared it with me... If I were to mention New York, what comes to your mind? Skyscrapers, traffic jams, too many people living in such a small place, bridges connecting the Boroughs, harbor filled with garbage and refuse turning the blue water into an ugly shade of brown, images that are not flattering in anyway despite being home to some of the most famous landmarks in the world. But the New York I know...

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“Lesson Learned” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #28

Student teaching is like Hell Week only it lasts an entire semester so my trial began in January, a month in Anchorage that never got above zero degrees for even a whole minute. I was assigned to Bartlett High School located just outside the gate at Elmendorf Air Force Base where the student demographics were as diverse as anywhere else in the country as the sons and daughters were sent here while their parents served their country. I finally managed to find Ms. Wertz's classroom tucked in one of the many alcoves in this ex...

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“Mop and Bucket Man” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #27

I can’t tell you my real name, but my professional name is Moe the Mop and Bucket Man and there are very good reasons why I carry that code-name with me wherever I go. In my business the code-name is the hook and the rest is gravy. Perhaps I should explain as recent events have put me in grave jeopardy to say the least. My company has disavowed any knowledge of my existence and I’ve been on the run for some time. See this capsule? If I think I’m going to cornered, I just slip it under my tongue and by the time they get to me, i...

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“Auld Lang Syne” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #25

Auld Lang Syne Do you want to know what song I loathe? What song sticks in my craw? Waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square, I hear it in a subtone on my television. Drop already? Why must you drag on my misery? Auld Lang Syne. Robert Burns put one of his poems to a slow marching beat called “Will ye no Come Back” and now I must suffer through this tune with people wearing silly hats much to drunk to do a proper Karaoke. Do you know what Karaoke is in Japanese? I translated into “Kill me quick...

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“Sawbones Gap” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #24

I apologize for going off prompt a bit. My story does not take place in the Wild West, rather in the hills of east Kentucky, but I think you'll enjoy this disturbing tale nonetheless. The landscape of eastern Kentucky is worth seeing if you enjoy scenic places and Olive Hill is certainly as quaint as any small town can be tucked into a tidy corner of the Western Appalachian Mountains. There is a country road, simply known as Road #2 that meanders through the rolling hills until you happen on a small hamlet called Forgotten Corners jus...

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“Cabin ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #23

Cabin There is a cabin on the north side of Tanana Valley State Forest a few hundred klicks past Tok on the Parks Highway. There is only way to get to one of the most secluded places on the face of the earth and that is by snowmobile and only if there is at least a foot of snow on the ground. It is nearly February, so you don’t have to worry about that, but the rest of the deal, you’d better be paying attention, because this terrain can be lethal to amatuers. You have to know what you’re doing out here, because Nature is c...

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“New Years 1920” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #22

There is a vortex of sorts or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I am a rational man, always thinking before jumping to conclusions and using sound judgment before letting my emotions wash me away. Time, like me, moves in a linear direction, from past to now to the future, there are no replays, no going back in the past to redo or fix an omission. There is no dress rehearsal or retakes or do overs. I have had some relationships that I wished had ended differently than they did, but I refuse to live with regret or that mo...

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“Aunt Gertrude” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #21

Aunt GertrudeI come from a small family without a lot of Old World tradition except a Presbyterian religious background that is not binding to church attendance. The God I knew was a distant one and when I opened my travel agency, I was convinced that God would not interfere with my daily life or so I thought. My sister and only other sibling, Mandy paid a bit more attention to bringing her three sons up in a more traditional religious atmosphere, but I continued to resist any sort of affiliation that would bind me to something I did ...

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“Library of Lost Memories” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #20

The Library of Lost MemoriesMy life seems to be a series of lost memories, because the events in my past life are so forgettable. I don’t mean to be a whiner or someone who always sees the glass as half full, it’s just that the difference between a happy outcome and a melancholy one rests on a fulcrum that always seems to be weighted against me. I know, I’m a cry-baby with a poor-me complex. Been to a lot of therapists who would agree with the prognosis. Anyway to get to the strange events of the past week, I guess I’d better s...

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“The Telephone ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #18

The TelephoneUncle Franz was eccentric and when he passed away at age ninety, I was named the executor of his estate, meaning I had to clean out his attic of his house where he had lived after coming home from two years in the war. Refusing to abandon his house after Edith passed away nearly twenty years ago, Uncle Franz became a recluse, collecting all sorts of discarded junk until his house was filled with a wide assortment of useless keepsakes and rusty antiques that no longer had a practical use. He would remark with a sardon...

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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