George Puscuta

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (35)

35 Stories

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“Fool's Gold” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #95

CW: Substance use *** As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear some evil. Some shall fear me. Towards most, my youth blinds me and binds me in perpetual mistakes. Few I shall face, one shall best me for such is the nature of man. Evil always prevails, be it the evil within or the one without. Man is born of sin and sin is made flesh through man. Sin… ‘Dude, we’re definitely fucked here! What do we do?’ He’s right, you know; we are fucked. Royally! At least, that’s how it looks like, as we’re winding our way up toward...

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“Red is the color of love” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #94

Hi! This must seem weird, I know. What’s this guy trying to do here? Who does he think he is? What’s he trying to prove? Where’s he trying to get to and why? I know! Trust me, I know! All I can say is: bear with me. Give me the benefit of the doubt, just listen to what I have to say and if by the end you won’t be convinced… Well, by then it’ll be the end. So?! What do you say? Just nod, it’s not like anyone can see you or judge you. I surely can’t, but, if you think about it for a second. If you do interact with me, even at the basest of lev...

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“Waves” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #93

‘John, get me a beer!’ That was the last time I heard Andrew. The festival had been our collective idea, one final push to save our friendship: myself, Andrew, John and Dick. We had failed! Well, not right away but just as a meteor is speeding through the stratosphere towards its impending doom, rushing in a fiery stream to the point where it would disintegrate unequivocally, so we were rushing towards our separate futures. Brightly. Hungrily. Sadly. We were doomed and we knew it and somewhere deep down we felt relief about it. Our paths tow...

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“True Light” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #92

Whe… Where am I? Really, Jessie?! You don’t know where you are?! Really?! I can’t focus … I see a blazing light … Ooooooh, no! I’m outside! I’m in the sun! Nooooo, nooooo, noooo!!! Jessie, get up! Get up now! If you don’t get up, you’re going to go into anaphylactic shock. You’re going to die, Jessie! Get up! Get up! Now! …………. I’m already in shock, aren’t I? That’s why I can’t move. I’m going to die. Yes, I’m going to die. Shit! Great job, Jessie! Aces! No really! Get a grip for a second and just feel. What do you feel? Nothing special, rig...

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“Taboo” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #91

‘Excuse me! What do you think you are doing?’ ‘Oh, crap!’ ‘I beg your pardon! I will not tolerate that kind of language in here, young lady!’ ‘What will you tolerate then?’ ‘Certainly not what you two were doing, young man! This is a public institution… With rules! Rules that need to be obeyed!’ ‘What? We were just talking.’ ‘Yes! I noticed that! I could hear you two from across the hall. And, honestly, from where I’m standing, it seems that someone else is doing the talking for you.’ ‘Oh, shit!’ ‘Josh!!!’ ‘Now, if you don’t mind, I would ap...

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“Jimmy” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #90

…rd! This is so weird! This is so weird! This is so weird! This is so weird! I feel like my heart’s going to explode if this doesn’t happen soon. Ooohhh! I should never have agreed to this. What was I thinking? This is so weird! Ok, Jim! Just relax! Relax! This will be over soon! Just hold on, relax and it will be over soon. Breathe! That’s it, breathe. One, two, three, four! Breathe! One, two, three, four! Breeeeatheeee! Remember the exercise that you taught yourself, Jimmy boy! Come on now! Five things you see! Five things I see! What do I...

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“Her...” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #89

Why?! ……. Why am I here? Where am I? ……. The floor feels… hard. Was it there a minute ago? I’m not sure! Where am I? ……. I can’t remember anything. I can see something crawling in a corner to the left. It looks like ants. Hundreds and hundreds of ants crawling across the floor. Where are they going? Why? Why am I here? ……. The ants, they’re glowing. Hundreds of ants are glowing green and blue. They’re glowing and they’re crawling across the floor towards the opposite wall. They’re just walking, one after the other. Just walking! Where am I? ...

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“The cat and the ladder” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #88

Gather round now, come, oh children dear, Come come, come now, from far and near, A story I need tell to thee, A story that is full of glee. But why, you ask? Why should you care? About a little story of despair? Because, so happens you and me Could find ourselves akin to he. So, listen now and listen well, To my own story, which I’ll tell. Not far from here, quite near our town, Right where Clown river turns blue and brown, Next to the rapids, yes, that’s it, Where you can find good fish to eat. There lived a ratter, sma...

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“Wizardry” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #87

Do you know that moment when, after years of hard work, of putting up with all sorts of corporate bullshit, office politics, annoying coworkers, emails that turn into calls that turn into conferences that turn into trainings that should’ve and could’ve been solved by emails, you finally, finally hear those magic words: Congratulations, you have been awarded the … Take a minute, remember it, savor it! No?! Doesn’t ring a bell? Well, don’t give up! Your day will come. Or, maybe you’re one of those people that have always been rewarded accordin...

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“Spring” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #86

“As of 26 March 130,032 confirmed cases of the virus and 5015 deaths have been reported in the region.” The reporter seemed distressed, and as he continued to stutter through the rest of the news cast this became plain to see. “Measures that the Government has taken to curb the spread …” “Oh, my!” at this point, Jane started to feel sorry for him, one or more of those numbers clearly stood in for someone he cared for. “— including curfews, school closures, and restrictions on travel into and within the country — have led to reduced operating...

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“Shadows” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #85

“That’s the thing about this city…” A mix of ketchup, mayonnaise and mustard is dripping from the shawarma so I stuff it all into my mouth as a last resort. I quickly wipe the sauce from my hands on my trousers to stop the spread. I flip my wrist to see if I had caught it in time. The damage was minimal. I wipe it again for safe measure. I hate the sensation of sticky goo on my hands, I shudder at the idea of not being able to clean them properly. It never gets easier. “What is?” I ask. “Huh?” “What’s the thing about this city?” “Aaaaah! Tha...

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“Freedom?” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #84

March 12 I’ve decided to start keeping a journal. Why? Because my friend Matt keeps insisting that we’re witnessing a historical moment and how privileged we are to be doing so. I’m not really sure of the importance of it but ever since I was a little girl I’ve always wanted to keep one, so I thought, why not? I guess this is one of those: hit two birds with one stone, scenarios. My name is Anna, I’m 23 years old, I’m witnessing, supposedly, one of the most important events in the history of the world and I shall be your guide through it. No...

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“Amore” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #83

‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ Sam erupted. ‘I’m really sorry, Mr. Dawson! The requirements were clearly stated on the voucher. The extra ticket had to be confirmed.’ the travel agent replied wearing her most innocent smile. Despite the formality of her tone, as words began their journey from her frontal lobe they were caught in a most intricate process. By the time they were given shape by her full lips they would acquire a mesmerizing quality, honey like, capable of disarming an armored bear. ‘But I’m sure there’s still something we can do...

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“6:45” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #82

The world shifted and as it did colors dissolved into each other and shapes became mangled in front of him.Thud!The drop had knocked the wind out of him and as he lay on his side he could hear a soft wheezing come with each breath. It hurt, and it hurt a lot.Actually, was he in pain or was he imagining everything? wheeze… Why would anyone imagine pain, what would be the purpose of that? wheeze… So, this had to be real! wheeze … wheeze … But why would he be hurt? He shouldn’t be hurt! wheeze… wheeze… His confusion started to recede and as it ...

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“Would you still love me today if you knew I would die tomorrow?” by George Puscuta

Submitted to Contest #81

I could never remember where the fork went. It’s just one of those things that you never pay attention to going through life, like the color of one of your neighbors’ car, the way your watch touches your skin, or the feel of the door handle from your apartment complex’s door. But the moment you need to remember that one detail, or the moment something changes: the car is no longer there, the battery runs out on your watch, a screw from the handle loosens up a bit, it’s there, the question immediately pops up. How was it before, what’s change...

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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.