James Offenha

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (200)

200 Stories

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“Bushington’s Play Pen” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #49

My children had to go to school, my wife had to go to the supermarket, which left me and Bushington; and I’m not leaving Bushington alone again, because what if he finds his PDA? So, Bushington has to go to work with me, again. We drive together; Bushington in a cage, me in the driver’s seat. I secure the cage (with the seat belt) to the passenger seat, so it won’t move around and after 20 minutes, we’re at work. Not Bushington’s work, my work. But I t...

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“Bushington’s Secret Power” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #48

We caught Bushington at the metal detector. He had his airplane ticket around his collar and was about to go through, but we stopped him and forced Burlington into the car and drove home. We then had a one time family discussion and told Bushington if he ever did that again, he’d go back to the non-kill shelter and we didn’t give him any treats for a month. No more treats for Bushington. Bad Bushington. Then, though, other the...

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“Bushington’s Escape ” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #47

You got out of the car after our joyous ride to drop Mommy off at the dentist. Mommy pets you. We were gone for five minutes, but you love goin’ out’a the house, me rolling down the window, your nozzle and tongue outside. We get home, I shut the ignition, you get out’a the car, and I take you, Bushington, to the mailbox and say: “Bill, junk mail, junk mail, bill, greeting card, advertisement, and . . . What the . . . Som...

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“Sean’s Triple-R Clubs” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #46

They’re (Sean and his friends) going to sit around a table, talk, drink coffee, and eat pastries (with jelly inside), and ignore me, but if they’re going to ignore me, then why am I coming? My name is Bushington and here’s today’s adventure: * Sean is starting three clubs: A Reading Club, a Writing Club, and an Arithmetic Club. So, Let’s start with the reading club: * The kids in the book club sit around a ...

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“Bushington’s Dog Park” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #45

The stench’s still gone. Hallelujah! But, this week, our family’s having other problems. See, my family used to take me once a week (well, me and a family member) to the dog park. Now, in a dog park, smells are everywhere. Smells of other dogs, smells of trees, humans, squirrels, raccoons, deer, insects, and other animals. But, someone called, the Mayor, is shutting the dog park down because, “Texas (or taxes) should be spent in better ways....

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“Bushington’s Pet Paradise ” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #44

Oh, boy!!! He’s back!! He’s back!! Daddy didn’t see what the big deal was. He’d only been gone for an hour, but him and the rest of the family are always happy I’m happy they’re back. And I’m happy he’s back and thank God that terrible smell is gone. And now I only go to the attic when I have to. Things are starting to settle down tonight, but then my family starts lookin...

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“Bob’s Magical Mystery ” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #43

After three months; my paw is better, they took the cast off my paw, and they took the cone off my head. Thank God. It still stings when I put my weight on my paw though, but I hated those things. The cast itched, but I couldn’t lick it, and no one would scratch it. Other than that, though, everyone was nice to me and gave me tenderness , love, care, and some treats. Now, the reader knows a lot about the main floor of my family...

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“Nine One Two” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #42

Bushington and I had just gotten home from work. What a day. Oy veh, but Bushington’s still a member of the Alliance of Therapy Dogs. So, after work, we drive home, I open the garage door, put Bushingtom on my lap, put the car in park, and turn off the ignition. He’d been such a good boy today. I pick Bushington up with my left arm by his chest and pick up my briefcase from the passenger floor with my right hand. We (Bushington and I) go to ...

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“Boshintang’s Office Hours” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #41

Because he’s a therapy dog. That’s why I’m taking him to Panera Bread, church, work, to woodwork, to college classes, to wherever : because he’s a therapy dog. In my right pocket is my wallet and in my wallet is the legal card which says, “Alliance of Therapy Dogs. Sharing Smiles and Joy TM (registered trade mark) Ford Sight (that’s my name). Member ID: 48204. Expiration Date: 12/31/18. P. ...

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“Maids Save the Mad Mutt” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #40

Who is this person? I’m so confused. Where’s my pack? Who’s my master? I’m so confused. I had a master and she gave me my name: Oky Dokey. She taught me not to go potty in the house and to sit. I miss her. She had a daughter and her daughter had two daughters or granddaughters, but now I’m with this strange guy. It’s my first night with this guy. I’m so confused. See, my first master’s boyfriend decided my master was too dependent and put her in an ALF or A.L.F., but the ALF/A.L.F....

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“Piedo’s Cave” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #39

I was out walking Piedo, at the edge of town, and I heard it: KaBwamb. The explosion came first, then the sound. The debris of scrap wood and sidings flew like bats awakened from slumber. The scrap wood and sidings are everywhere. It looks like Armageddon and I’m the only one left. I’m the only one left. Well, Piedo’s left too, but that’s it: Me and Piedo. I’m the last human on the face of the Earth. Damn it. It reminds me of when the exterminator came and sprayed my roof ...

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“Diabetic Pete” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #38

I’m a semi-insomniac. I constantly wake up between 12:30 am and 3:30 am and go back to sleep for a nap, but that’s not the problem. And, believe it or not, the problem isn’t my alarm going off at 5:00 am so I can walk my miniature poodle, Pete, and get ready for work. (I’m a professor of World Literature and English Composition [Also called English 101] at Indian River Community College in Stuart, Florida. My office hours are 6:30 am to 7:30 am. Thankfully, it’s half way through the semester and none of the stud...

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“The Mystery of the stolen Diamond” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #37

It’s gone. Where the heck is it? He’s going to kill me. It’s gone. He’s gonna kill me. I woke up at 6:30 this morning and turned off my alarm. It was there then. Then I went to the bathroom, wiped myself, but I checked before I flushed, and it was there. Then, I went downstairs in my Mickey Mouse PJs (my nieces and nephews love these), took out the pots, sprayed them with butter, and cooked. The ring was there then. I poured coffee, took out the bacon, pancakes, and syrup, and ate. If it...

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“Non-Kill Nightmares” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #36

Dear Mommy (I’m close to Mommy and Mommy doesn’t always understand me, so I’ll call my diary, Mommy, the same way Anne Frank callee her diary, Kitty), Today was scary. I’m back at the no kill pound. See, my daddy brought me here to meet somebody, but I . . .No wait, I’m going too fast. Let’s start at the beginning. See, I’ve had three mommies; 4 if you include my biological mommy. So, my first mommy was a fat white lady who wore ...

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“Sue’s Scent” by James Offenha

Submitted to Contest #35

The snow is gone, so I can finally pee in peace. My mommy and daddy have taken me to a place called the dog park. They take me once a month ‘cause they love me. This is the only place, other than home, where I can run free and it’s my favorite place, ’cause I can smell all the other dog’s pee and poop and mark my territory to let’em know I’ve been there. Now, I’m a smaller dog, but love big dogs; I love smelling them, chasing them, having them chase me. Then, though, I see a young lady with regular sheets ...

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Author bio

I have a Bachelor of Fine Arts from. Bowling Green State University and am in a writing group on Sundays. I am former assistant editor of Mid-American Review and Prairie Margins and was Fiction Editor of Prairie Margins. I have multiple articles published in the National Spiritualist Summit Magazine, I will be published in June.

Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #25

New Year’s Resolution – read story

Contest #5

The Big Race – read story