George Thomas

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Pestilence” by George Thomas

Submitted to Contest #60

It was the first time Billy saw someone die. His grandpa was sitting in his grey leather recliner, craning his neck to talk to Aunt Carole behind him. He suddenly looked bewildered, and his body stiffened. Aunt Carole, confused at first, walked closer to grandpa. Then she screamed, her hands clawing at her mouth. Billy wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he knew it must have been bad because his mother scooped him up and ran into the nearest bedroom. Tears were soaking her face. “Stay here Billy, ok?” She said. “What’s wrong mommy?” A...

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“A Small Gift” by George Thomas

Submitted to Contest #58

"C'Mon Johnny, toss me that three quarters," Marshall said. “Ok Marsh, hurry up man let’s get outta here." Little John replied. "Not till I got this screw loose, buddy." In his mouth, Marshall clenched down on a bowie knife. His tongue traversed the edge of the blade. He had gotten it from a dusty old man when he was just 16 years old. John tossed up the wrench. Marshall grabbed it with his free hand. That slightly gripped handle, coarse against his hand, chilled by the cold air....

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“A Cheeky Encounter” by George Thomas

Submitted to Contest #39

Jimmy’s car wobbled over the brick pavement, swerving to avoid potholes. He quickly flicked off the camera. The man he was eyeing from down the street had done it. He was standing proudly in his front lawn, shirt off, belly hanging. Goddammit. Jimmy pulled the car over next to the shirtless beast. “Hey! You know I’m just gonna have to do this whole street over. There’s no way Google’s gonna let this go up. Just sayin.” “This is my tanning time! What? A man can’t stand bare belly on his front porch anymore?” the man replie...

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“Midnight Run” by George Thomas

Submitted to Contest #37

“There it is again!”“Oh come on what do you mean?”“I don’t know… it sounds like it’s getting closer”“You’re a real wuss for such a big man, I gotta tell ya.”Dick and Charlie were sitting on the bank of a river. It was just after 7, and the last warm glows of sunlight were slowly being replaced by shadows and muddy indistinct images. A bottle of whiskey sat between them, and smoke curled from Dick’s cigarette. This was their place, off the beaten path and through thick brush. They had been coming here for two years now. It was their little es...

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