George Puscuta

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (35)

35 Stories

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“Rapture” by George Puscuta

What about power? Isn’t it the most wonderful of concepts? Power. POWER. It rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it? Power. It’s never quite enough. We get a job; it gives us power. We go to school; it gives us power. We get money; it definitely gives us power. What? You’re going to say that’s not why we go to school or get a job. We do it because we have to. We do it becau...

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“Route 85” by George Puscuta

Have you ever experienced love? OK, forget I asked anything. Have you ever wanted to experience love? Of course you have. Who wouldn’t?! It’s the perfect drug. It’s bliss. It’s something to strive for, something to yearn for, something to fight for, steal for, kill for… die for. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Love. The accomplishment of a lifetime, a fulfillment to fulfill to the very br...

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“FPhishing” by George Puscuta

Do you believe yourself to be responsible? How ‘bout accountable? What’s the difference? Right?! Words are words, and we’ve all heard them before, either at work or maybe in a movie, or even in a self-help book. So, yeah, they’re familiar to you, and, yes, you are both responsible and accountable. You’re a fully developed social being. You are the pinnacle of genetic evolution. You’re a human.

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“Remorse” by George Puscuta

Have you ever thought about why we do what we do? Have you?! I’m not talking about why we go shopping, or why we pick our nose or wear the same socks for two days in a row. I’m talking about relationships. Why do we need to be surrounded by other people? Sure, you’ll tell me that there are people that there are those that seclude themselves, keep to themselves, live with themselves, talk with themselves. Im...

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“Autumn of 87'” by George Puscuta

Hi, again! How are you? Fine?! No, really! How are you? What, do you find it strange to have this conversation with me? Why? Is it because I’m not real? Aren’t I? What makes you so sure that you’re the real one? What, just because you’ve been having the same conversation with yourself for several decades now, that gives you certainty that you exist? Come on… indulge me. You’re real beca...

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“Galatians 5:14” by George Puscuta

Hi! Do you love yourself? Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses. You don’t need to get so uppity about it. It’s just a question. I kind of hit a sore spot though, didn’t I?! Yeah, thought so. What is self love?! Is it self worth? Is how I love myself directly proportional to the way I judge myself? Why do you judge yourself? By what standards? Kidding. That’s another talk altogether. <...

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“World War F” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #104

Hello! How are you? Yes, yes, I’m talking to you, you the reader of these lines. Why?! Well, how else am I supposed to talk to you? I’m not telepathic. My name is Daniel, by the way. Why Daniel? Why not? A name is just a name in the end. What’s your name? Why? See what I mean? I’ll call you… Logan. Yeah, just like the Wolverine. You know who the Wolverine is, right? See? You like me alr...

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“#” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #103

It happened again! Every night! Every bloody night… I don’t know if I can take this any longer. I thought that the serum would help, that it would lessen the pain. No! Each morning is the same. The knife in my gut is there to wake me up at 7.00 AM like clockwork. I’ve tried everything by now: tee, milk, yoga, meditation… I almost started praying. I even quit on coffee! No! Nothing works! <...

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“A matter of perception,” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #102

In the fourteenth year of the Age of Flight, Duke Safri brought the Air Knights from hiding and descended upon Hurricane Bay. His brother, Duke Badri, after killing his father and routing his brother’s army in the Battle of the Bay, had been ruling the region for the past decade . Safri had retreated in the mountains after the battle with the small contingent of knights that had survived, among them the famous Swa...

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“The Velvet Knight” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #101

As the sun was moving towards late afternoon, the General’s footsteps rang across the empty corridors of the mansion. An eerie silence dogged each step, as if nature was holding its breath, waiting for the General to express his will. Dreaming! Click… Praying! Clack… Yearning! Click… Starving! Clack… It was a special day, today, a monumental day… libe...

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“Catch-22” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #100

*strong language, discretion is advised Ah, my head hurts! ‘What do you want to do with him, Sir?’ asked a gruff voice. ‘Just drop him!’ answered someone, a voice like honeyed oil, thick, sweet and gut churning. Where the hell am I? Why can’t I see anything? Is there… is there something over my head? What the hell? My head hurts so badly. Did someone knock me out? I wonder if I’m blee...

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“A walnut rests before my eyes” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #99

Summer. Summer! Summer… How many summers do I now have under my belt? Twenty-six… twenty-seven? When asked how old we are, our answers do not falter… but what are the questions we’re actually answering to? How many years have passed since we were born? How many years we have lived? How many summers have I lived? The answer: not enough! Are they not enough because I want to live m...

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“Lord's Day” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #98

B: ‘Jared, wait a second!’ J: ‘What’s wrong, Betty?’ B: ‘What if they don’t like me?’ J: ‘Come on, Betty! We’ve been through this already, why wouldn’t they like you?’ B: ‘I don’t know! I’m scared!’ J: ‘You’re being silly, right now. They’ll love you! And if they don’t, well, I’ll disown them!’ B: ‘You’re just being foolish now, Jared!’ J: ‘I’m not! I will! I swear!’ <...

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“Eidolon's guile” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #97

‘Let me see if I understood correctly! You came to this window.’ ‘Yes!’ ‘You looked outside!’ ‘Yes!’ ‘And it showed up out of nowhere!’ ‘A million times, yes!’ ‘Ma’am, I can’t see anything if I look out your window, and it’s not even that cloudy! Are you sure you weren’t imagining things?’ ‘How many times do I need to repeat myself?! No! I wasn’t imagining things, I couldn...

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“Annoyed” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #96

‘Seize him!’ ‘Yes, Sir!’ The frightened man was brought in front of the Sergeant and dropped like a sack of grain at his feet. The Sergeant looked at him apprehensible, taking in what made the man who he was: his ragged clothes, his disheveled graying hair, the brown loose skin hanging awkwardly wherever two different body parts met. He found the sight to be lacking something. Disgusting! he...

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Author bio

Do you remember the first time you felt fear? How about hope? Love? Betrayal? Excitement? Anxiety? You do?! Your brain does, your brain can pinpoint the first time it understood those feelings. Some are wired, some are hard wired, some are rewired. If your brain remembers, your subconscious remembers. Not only does it remember, it learns, it adapts, it judges and it guides... you. Life has been a traumatic experience for me, from the loss of my brother, pets, my mother, uncles, friends, to the near loss of myself either completely or just to the point of making life not worth living anymore. I have endured! Like me, there are millions of people, there will be millions more, for such is life. I am not writing books, I am simply conveying a message: You are not alone! My words are just there to reassure myself and my readers that the message is safe, that it is understood. You ask me, why should you read my works? I ask you this: would you please read some of my words? Once you have, did you feel me feel you? If yes, would you please help me spread my kinship to others as well? Thank you! Feel free to comment and provide feedback.