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“Turkey in the Straw” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #250

Elliot D'Blanca was a career diplomat in the United State Department.  Like his father and his father before him, serving his country in a diplomatic capacity was what he was born to do. Educated in the terms and meanings of the diplomaticese  language, Elliot moved in the elite inner social circles reserved for ambassadors and heads of state. Involved with the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) at the Hague in Brussels, Elliot was hosting a gala for some of the top brass who occupied offices at the NATO Headquarters, strict...

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“The Day I Met Billy Smith” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #249

January 23, 1947Somewhere in New MexicoLost!Craning my neck in all four directions, north, south, east, and west, I didn’t see a single living thing in any direction I chose to look in, let alone any sign of human inhabitation. The sun was setting around a mesa in the west leaving long shadows in the dirt and rocks.I sat on the floorboard of my truck and emptied the stones from my work boots. In less than an hour the entire world would be dark with nothing to light the landscape other than the stars and crescent moon. I was su...

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“Persuasion ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #248

Kensey McQueen’s body was found floating in a marsh between Eagle River and Chugiak on October 2, 1977 just before the first freeze of the season.  Working as a patrol officer for the Anchorage Police Department, I heard about the fate of this poor eighteen year-old who had just graduated from Chugiak High School, Class of 1977.  There were those who saw this cold case as an accident along the road connecting the two communities.  Back then things were pretty desolate.  Eagle River had one stop sign and Chugiak didn’t hav...

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“South Fork of the American River” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #247

I had been a group counselor at a juvenile boys’ rehabilitation for substance abuse in the Rincon Valley in Santa Rosa California known as R-House for about ten months when I volunteered for a summer excursion that included a white water rafting tour down the American River.   I must admit I was quite apprehensive about making my first white water rafting trip with a group of teenage adolescents who had been court ordered to R-House due to their criminal offenses that included substance abuse.  The program at the facility was ...

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“Emerald Nightfall ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #245

You can tell when it's coming.  Sunset brings on a strange vibration even that the sylvan creatures feel.  The birds change the mood of their twilight songs to a more somber melody.  We hillfolk know all the signs of this rare phenomenon that is coming at night fall when the clouds float like ancient spirits and a wave of rich emerald bathes the rocky landscape.   It is the night of their return and woe to those who do not heed the coming of the Emerald Nightfall.  Some of the creatures start to howl or screech ...

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“Mr. Timerack's Gallery of Lost Souls ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #244

“These are truly remarkable.” George Dundee commented as he continued down the hall.  “My late grandfather Sidney Timberack believed that every photograph told a story.” Lewis Stanrick led his patron down what his grandfather had called his gallery of lost souls.  “These tintypes are in pristine condition.” Mr. Dundee ran his finger along the base of one of the photographs, not knowing his grandfather would rage at anyone who dared run a finger over one of the portraits hanging in the hallway. Since he inherited the portraits from ...

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“Nineteen Sixty-Five Mustang ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #243

The story I am about to tell you is as incredible as anything you have ever heard and the fact that I’m the one telling you this story is even more unbelievable.  From my glimmering front bumper to my cherry red tail lights, I am a first generation Ford Mustang, one of the first real muscle cars on the road and for reasons I do not know, became known as a pony car.  I came from the factory in San Jose in 1965 and was purchased by Isaac Reynolds.  Nothing about that is incredible, I know, but what follows is.  I must admit...

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“Legends of the Midnight Gallery” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #242

Joe Klimazawa knew the secrets of the Midnight Gallery. He knew what happened when the clock struck midnight.  He knew because he had been the night watchman for over ten months.  While the De Young Museum was the most popular in the city, Zaroff’s Museum of the Occult attracted many patrons who were curious and fascinated with the bizarre displays of ornamentation from all over the world such as head hunters’ trophies and voodoo dolls left dangling from the rafters of the Dark Arts Wing. Joe knew that strange things happened at mi...

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“The Ick Effect” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #241

What I am about to tell you must be held in strict confidence, because I hold a secret that will put me in peril.  While it would serve me better to keep this to myself, I feel that I need to tell someone, a living human being, this deplorable secret or curse as I have come to know it.  A betrayal of the unnatural order. Let’s start with my given name, Ichabod Soletelk.  You probably have never heard the name before , but I fear you will since my name will become notorious in a short time.  Bartender, can you get me and m...

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“Witch of November” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy Gordon Lightfoot Bored to death and itching to get outdoors, I found an excuse to drive from KI Sawyer into Marquette to get a couple of things.  It was November, but so far we had not had a lot of snow.  The snow that had fallen was just a light dusting and the roads were clear for the forty mile round trip into town.   If you have never been to the ...

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“O-Bec” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #239

“Nurse Billups!  Paging Nurse Billups!” The intercom disrupted a rather placid evening shift at St. Michael’s Psychiatric Hospital. Employed here for over twenty years, I had been head nurse at the emergency admissions unit for the past five years.  As I walked with purpose to the intake desk, I wondered what this call was all about.  It didn’t take long for me to see the skinny wide-eyed man sitting at the desk.   “Nurse Billups?” The police officer stepped forward as I sat at the desk. “Yes.” “We found him in o...

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“The Hard Goodbye” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #238

We sat around in a circle like we always did on Wednesday in the conference room of the Y.M.C.A.  A few of us joked around about some of the more ridiculous events of our past week and how staying sober seemed like a full time occupation.  Jimmy talked about his boss just as he always did before the meeting was called order.  Brenda was this week’s chairperson.  She was busy discussing some of the issues brought up at our last meeting.  Bette was flirting with Stan and I was in the smoking area outside with Curt who ...

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“Love Judith” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #237

Detective Womack had a sharp eye for detail after twenty plus years in the Homicide Unit in Baltimore.  Once the home of Edgar Allan Poe, the original literary creepster, his mind was on the newest homicide case as the forensic team took pictures of the murder scene. He put his hand to chin that had doubled over the past decade as he lived on a carbohydrate diet of doughnuts and bread. “Another lonely hearts email club.” He shook his head. “Hard to believe who was who.” Officer Ronwick examined the desk of the victim while wearing hi...

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“Blackbird” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #236

Jack Gregory passed away quietly in his room at the Hartwell Retirement Community.  His granddaughter Meghan Young was with him when he passed.  He was two months shy of his ninetieth birthday and even though he lived life the way he wanted to, Meghan still shed a few tears as the doctor came in to confirm his time of death. “Condolences.” He said before departing the way he had learned in medical school. “Thank you.” Meghan dried her eyes with a tissue.  “Grandpa, I’m gonna miss you.”  When Meghan got home, Dale, her ...

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“Heart Run” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #235

The story I’m about to tell you is absolutely true, nearly every word.  In 2002, I suffered my first myocardial Infarction or what most people refer to as a heart attack.  I was only 47 at the time.  Six months later, I entered the 5K Heart Run.  I know most of you might say it was nothing more than a fast jog, but for me I was running hard for my life… It was late spring and runners from around the local area had gathered at the parking lot in front of the University of Alaska Anchorage Administration Building for the...

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