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Gregg Punger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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The Sun Warrior Reborn

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #281

“He came! He came!” yelled Alice.Steve smiled as he walked into their living room that was awash in Christmas and saw Alice already pulling the first present out of her stocking.Steve said, “Wait for the rest of us sweet girl.”Alice rolled her bright blue eyes and said, “Come on guys! You got presents too.”“We’re coming,” said Annika as she shuffled, sleepily into the living room. “You know we’re not as fast as you.”After Annika settled next to Steve on the couch their large frames making it look more like a love seat, Alice said, “Where’s G...

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Daniel Fitzsimmons Jim Gaffigan Tribute Comic

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #219

Daniel Fitzsimmons wrenched up his face and exclaimed “Hot Pockets!” causing the small crowd of comedy seekers to explode with laughter. At that moment with the waves of laughter rolling over him, Daniel couldn’t imagine being any happier. The stage, the laughter, it was all he ever wanted, and it was perfect. # “Good morning, Dan,” said Nick as he stepped to the entrance of Daniel’s cubicle. Daniel started to say, “Good morning, Nick,” as he turned his attention from the dual monitors on his desk, but it just so happened that after he had...

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Ille Liber de Perdita Praedictas

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #211

“I know it’s here somewhere,” said Linda the Librarian, and yes, she is aware that is an example of alliteration, which if you are under thirteen, she will find very impressive, but if you are over thirteen, she would really prefer if you’d just keep your trap shut. Anyways, Linda continued hurrying through the castle library’s long, dark, and frankly musty rows filled with a voluminous number of ancient texts until young Princess Alice who had been following close behind her this entire time asked, “Are you sure there was a children’s secti...

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The Navajo

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #204

Ithel was carefully guiding his brown horse threw a dry creek bed when a light breeze drifted across the sandy plains and for a brief moment sucked some of the heat from his red, sun scorched face. As Ithel luxuriated in that brief moment of relief, he looked up in wonder at the gorgeous shades of red, orange, and brown in the mesa that rose up out of the earth before him. Unfortunately for Ithel at that same moment he happened to let his mind wonder and to loosen his grip on the reins, a rattlesnake slid across the path causing his horse t...

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The Man

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #187

Daniel was happy, very happy. He spent his days sleeping on his feeder’s luxurious bed or stretching out in the number of ideal sunny spots sprinkled throughout their house, and his nights were spent curled up in his feeder’s lap on their couch getting the best rubbies. But then, the man started coming over. Daniel knew about men. He had seen them outside and occasionally one would come over, but never for very long and never more than a handful of times. But, this man just kept showing up ruining his nightly rubby session, and when he didn’...

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Split Decisions

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #181

Ithel stood in the middle of a blizzard staring through a wall of whiteness at the dark mass of mountain that loomed before him regretting his decision to leave the village, but he quickly shook his fur cap covered head. He knew that this was the risk he took when he left, but he also knew the lingering stares he was starting to receive told him the risk was greater to stay. Unfortunately, he could not remember if the trail went to the left or right around the mountain, and all traces of it had been lost in the whiteness. Too many bad thing...

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Never Trust a Magician

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #176

A tall mysterious stranger wearing a slightly, worn multicolored coat and a tall purple top hat strode into the middle of the town square with a box under his arm catching a few of the townspeople’s eyes, but not stopping them from going about their business. He put the box down right in the middle of the square, hopped surprisingly nimbly on top, and exclaimed, “Gather round, gather round, for I have a story to tell.” His exclamation caused some of the townspeople to stop and all of them to look his way. “Please, please, don’t make me ye...

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The Complicated Morality of Application Fees

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #159

Julianna always thought of herself as a kind, generous person, and she never intended to own and run an apartment complex. But, when she inherited the place from her father, who she knew was a horrible miserly man, she just didn’t have the heart to sell the place. She just couldn’t think of what would happen to those poor tenants. Also, she thoroughly enjoyed the income. It allowed her to quit her awful receptionist job and focus full time on her art. Since acquiring the place, she actually hadn’t spent much time on her art, but that is co...

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The Future of Gun Safety

Gregg Punger

Submitted to Contest #150

“Please don’t do it.” “What was that?” thought Travis. “Please don’t do it.” Travis glanced frantically around him, but no one was there. “Please don’t do it.” “Who’s saying that?” yelled Travis as he raised his AR-15 to his shoulder. “I am,” chirped his rifle. “What?” “You have entered this school’s safety zone. According to U.S.C. § 5874, if you carry me five more feet closer to the school, I will alert the police. If you carry me ten feet closer to the school, the police including any police within the school, will be authorized to use le...

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