Greg Short

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Death are they, they are death! ” by Greg Short

Submitted to Contest #163

You always remember your first time. Your first bike, your first kiss, your first lover, your first car, your first death. I think they stick out in your memory as they set the bar, the next ones can only get better, right? I mean, when I was sixteen, I had a black BMX, complete with stunt pegs on the wheels, but questionable brakes. After a few bumps, trees hit and a broken arm, I upgraded and got one with disc brakes. That reduced the injuries somewhat. My first kiss was with Mary Feldham, a short mousey looking girl who wouldn’t say bo...

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“Eye of the Beholder” by Greg Short

Submitted to Contest #157

Lucy moved her hand slowly, her eyes fixed on her pout lips, trying hard to control her breathing. She wanted her lipstick to be perfect, but the wine had already gone to her head. She knew she would have to slow down, but the wine was giving her the courage to go through with it. Satisfied, she dropped the lipstick back in her bag and kissed the air, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. She gave her little black top a tug and readjusted herself, to show a little more cleavage. She had been much less provocative when Dean made a move bef...

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“Call to arms” by Greg Short

Submitted to Contest #129

The small town, Towns End, nestled at the foot of Mount Aldebrang, was a popular place to stop for rest for traders, making the journey through the mountain pass. The Inn had grown over the years, Tau’s father had added extensions, as had his father before him. The different wood and different workmanship gave the building character. It was late when the guest arrived. He banged the snow off his boots and entered. Tau was used to strangers arriving like this. The pass was treacherous, so successful merchants sent paid men to move their ...

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“Following your dreams” by Greg Short

Submitted to Contest #127

Through the stone archway of the villa, Steve saw an army jeep drive past the villa. Soldiers ran behind it. Then two more passed, followed by a truck, its unfastened tarpaulin cover flapping at the rear. He got up quickly, but continued to rise into the air, weightless. Steve was then slammed into the wall, along with the table and chairs and other loose furniture. He got to his feet ran up stone steps to get to the roof so he could get a higher viewpoint. The steps went on forever. They began to spiral, and get steeper, and narrower. Steve...

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“Shard of Glass” by Greg Short

Submitted to Contest #120

I found your secret, you were a hoarder, Natalie thought to herself. Her mums’ loft was full of cardboard boxes, over flowing with their contents. That was not the only secret she would find up here. Natalie had wondered whether she would come across some long lost artefact, a valuable treasure that may be desired by the British Museum. It was more likely that everything would be sent to a charity shop, failing that, the tip. Mum had not left much of a legacy when she died. Even the house was mortgaged to the limit, so her estate was not wor...

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Author bio

Writing from Essex, UK. Love going for walks, bike rides and travel. Amateur stargazer. Enjoy reading a variety of genres. Some of my favourite books include H.G Wells “The Time Machine”, Terry Goodkinds “Wizards First Rule”, Dracula - of course, and “The Historian” by Elizabeth Kostova.