George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

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“If It Wasn't For that One Thing ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #188

Horace Nathan Wright was digging the hot muggy weather of the southern Georgia coast. Dressed in his neatly pressed soldier’s uniform with his boots shined to a high gloss, he sat wearing the ribbon he had won for valor. It was June 1945 and all was right with the world if it wasn’t for that one thing. His mama, Shatilly, would be at the bus stop in Washington D.C. with his fiancee Louanne Maples. His future seemed to be lined with happiness for sure if it wasn’t for that one thing. Sure was pretty this time of year,...

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“Wally's Cat ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #187

The rules say I can’t have a pet of any kind. It’s posted right there on the wall with all the other stuff. I’ve lived here for over five years. Ever since my mother died and the state people came to take me. They put me here. It’s nice and all, but I miss my mother. My name is Walter Hanaratty and I live at St. Vincent’s Adult Home for people that are cognitively challenged, like me. I am on the Blue Team. Jennifer Garrett is in charge of us. I like her. She is pretty and says things my mothe...

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“Solving for X ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #186

Electroshock. Feels like my brains are on fire. Smell smoke. Flames everywhere, not a drop to drink. The mattress is not soft. There is no soft place to land. This is a journey inside my broken mind. Strap yourself in good, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. Like Alice down the rabbit hole. The Mad Hatter is waiting for his tea. Nurse Carlin puts the rubber in my mouth. So I won’t bite my tongue off. Words swirl. Phrases sound like alarms. Soon there will be ...

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“Holding on to Thin Air ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #185

Trent Obertson was a private pilot who flew among the towering Chugach Mountains in Alaska. He loved bobbing in and around the fluffy white clouds that hung like overripe melons among the snow covered peaks. There was an expression for pilots who flew the Monomee Pass through the Nelchina into Talkeetna called, “Hanging on to thin air.” When flying this route, Trent noticed how much the cold and warm air would struggle for control that resulted in his plane being buffet during the flight. His Cessna 206 was versatil...

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“My Terminal Analog” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #184

It was difficult walking away from a digital world, but for the sake of sanity, I did just that. I pulled out a spiral notebook, replacing my laptop and began a written analog of my experiences over the past few weeks. What I did not expect was that the results made me invisible to my friends and acquaintances who have chosen to live their lives on social media. Deliberately turning a page in Thoreau's Walden Pond, I retreated from the lure of the digital world. What you are about to read is my terminal analog. ...

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“Cracks in My Reflection in the Mirror ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #183

So, have you ever looked into a mirror and say to your reflection, “We are just too different?” Well, that’s where I am at right now. I can’t describe it, but something gets into my head and just like that I am no longer in control. That’s what I’m going to tell them when my lawyer comes in with some social worker to find out why I killed my boss, Mr. Saunders. There are things we cannot explain. This social worker will try to claim it was a fit of rage, but I know better. Yes sir, I know better. ...

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“Disappearance of Randall Marks” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #182

He made a mistake, the kind of mistake that will get you killed. The men he took the money from were not known for their compassion or forgiveness. In the rolling hills of Sonoma County that is covered with grape vines, Randall Marks found the money in a car he thought was abandoned, when he was walking home on this dirt road, he saw a Ford Impala parked on the side of the road near a family vineyard. When he opened the door, he saw the driver slumped over with a red dot on his forehead. The red dot was an entry wound.&nbsp...

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“Incident at Resurrection Mountain ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #181

Murder Cove was not named for the homicides that have taken place there, but there are many tourists who come here expecting to hear grisly tales of murders that have occurred here. Standing on Murder Rock, A person would suspect the three hundred foot drop would be the perfect place to commit a murder, but this would not be the case. Murder Rock was so named for the abundance of crows that flutter among the steep terrain. According to native belief, the crows are the carriers of the souls of the deceased. Stories do tell o...

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“Luther Whitehorse” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #180

Tony Mercelli was flanked by his brothers Alphonse and Marcus as they filed off the private Lear hey at Sky Harbor Airport In Phoenix. Dressed in pin striped suits and sunglasses, the trio appeared like high rollers, movers and shakers ready to seize the town by a haboob. Baboons were sand storms that were more frequent during the monsoons. Known as Tony Mercy by his brothers and close associates, Tony was here to check out the Fort McDowell Casino out near Fountain Hills that was located on the Pima Indian Reservati...

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“At the Bottom of a Wishing Well ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #179

"Hi, my name is Dustin and I'm an alcoholic." He said as he sighed and closed his eyes. He had no desire to look at any members of the group. One of the old timers had decorated the room with Christmas cheer, a mocking reminder of his New Year's resolution to quit drinking. That had not happened and with a week left of the crumbs old year passing, Dustin Wenton was still drinking despite two tours of rehab. All he could smell was his failing liver trying to metabolize the quart of vodka he had for lunch, just before t...

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“Gifted ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #178

Joe Delante did not like Christmas. As a matter of fact, his friends would say he was more of a Grinch than Ebenezer Scrooge. Whether this was true or not, it did not make any difference since Joe loathed all the fuss his friends made about the holidays. Secret Santas and mistletoe just made the season intolerable as far as he was concerned. Listening to carols on the radio station as he drove his Mustang was enough to put him into a bad mood which could lead him to a good road rage if the cards fell a certain ...

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“Eddie Baker's Desperate Journey” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #177

Eddie Baker was in big trouble as he made his way past a farmyard in the darkness of a crescent moon. He had been separated from his unit during the firefight with a group of goat herders who turned out to be al Qaeda operatives. Now he was all alone as his unit had abandoned the area at sunset. Private Baker had been in Afghanistan for five months. Originally from Brooklyn, Eddie was accustomed to wandering in and out of dark places without any trepidation, but this was different. His field commander, L...

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“Magical Unicorn Potion” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #176

Rachel found it near Marahoon’s cabin labeled “Magical Unicorn Potion.” She put the vial into her hoodie pocket, got on her bicycle and raced home. She was barely able to speak when she got to my house to show me the vial. It was no secret Marahoon was a sorcerer, an evil one at that. “Do you really think this is a magic potion?” She asked me. Rachel Narrack had been my neighbor for as long as I could remember. She was as level headed as anyone I had ever known, but this was anything we had ever encount...

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“The Magic of the Storyteller” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #175

She had heard rumors of the storyteller, but since Lydia was a cynic who does not believe in magic or miracles, she had a hard time with remaining objective when she heard people talk about Shem Bobannick. He was a street person who came into the downtown library where he spent the cold days of winter napping near the radiator of the ancient public library. Since he was usually at the door when we opened, Shem requested to volunteer to read to the young children. The children would come in for story hour, but ...

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“Frankenstein 2.0 ” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

Submitted to Contest #174

I ran his fingers over the naked skin of his subject lying on the table. His fingers told him his specimen was perfect. The skin was like the skin on his own hands. I was warned not to play God with the double helix, but once you taste the sweet juice of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, it's hard not to eat it right down to the core like Adam did when it was offered to him by Eve. There was a strong heartbeat and his breathing seemed normal with a high percentage of oxygen filling his lungs. His eyes fluttered and then ...

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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