Gregg Voss

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2022

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Please Clear Your Desk” by Gregg Voss

As a younger sales rep, just out of school and in professional diapers, along with a bad tie and nose hair, there was always a little schadenfreude just before Christmas. No Big Fatty that year? Then you’re out. Better you than me. I gotta go to work. For years, Kent had watched mostly nice people, earnest people who just couldn’t make numbers end ...

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“The Edge” by Gregg Voss

August “Where I come from, it’s the bottom line that counts. Business is a zero-sum game.” Gerald’s initial collegial introduction, which included a rundown of his various high-profile achievements on behalf of Severance Incorporated, Westchester County’s largest employer, had now devolved into sarcasm as he held up his palm in an apparent effort to make Catherine feel like ...

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“Rainbow Electric” by Gregg Voss

Tears that roll in panic down a child’s makeup-layered face create great rivulets that are not unnoticed by hot sound stage lights and cameras. Deposited from both corners and the center of the iris, the tears eventually unite creating virtual crevices on the child’s face that require a buff up by an annoyed, overworked and underpaid studio makeup artist named Hazel who thinks, You shouldn’t be here. O...

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“Inspiration” by Gregg Voss

The barkeep was short, rotund and nearly bald, wearing a hound’s tooth vest over a crisp white shirt with black armbands. A pair of pince-nez spectacles appeared to be drifting down his nose toward the shot glass he was wiping. Levi ordered a bourbon, tossed a few buffalo nickels on the bar, and was in no mood for chit-chat. “We ain’t seen rain in, Lord almighty, almost two m...

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“The Outside Corner” by Gregg Voss

The business-sized envelope was new with sharp, square corners and it was stuffed, taking up almost as much space on the bar as the spicy club wrap on Mike’s plate. Benny the bartender, the owner of the joint, walked by with a passing glance as if he had seen it all before, and moved on to wipe down some tumblers on a rectangular black tray. Mike stared at ...

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“Maiden Voyage” by Gregg Voss

Vestal, Ohio The heat. The damn, ever-loving summer heat. It covered like a veil, even at 11:04 p.m., according to the clock on the squad’s dash. A single drop of sweat ran from Officer Todd Fowler’s hairline behind his right ear onto the collar of his navy uniform shirt, which was bear-hugged by a twenty-pound tactical vest that did nothing but absorb all that heat. Hell of a night for my ...

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“Aisle of Denial” by Gregg Voss

Oh Lordy, I thought. She’s looking at me. At me. Finally. It was midway through the shift, but maybe I still had a chance. Her cheeks rose into an easy smile, and it took all I could to avoid waving to her, which would have looked silly behind the camera. She was wildly attractive, which is probably why she was the chosen one. She had deep auburn ...

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Author bio

I'm a writer of words -- for a major East Coast marketing and PR firm by day, for many Chicago suburban newspapers as a high school sports reporter by night, and in between, lots and lots of fiction, I'm the author of the paranormal short story collection The Valley of American Shadow, available on Amazon. Learn more about me at GreggVoss.com or on Twitter @GreggVoss

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Contest #158

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