Jennifer Geer

“The Pond” by Jennifer Geer

Submitted to Contest #105

  The wind howled with the unrelenting roar of Mother Nature, she toppled trees and shook the roof of the old woman’s mountain cabin. She was on a mission only Mother Nature could do. Her mission today was Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Let the games begin! Mother Nature began to roar.   This was probably one of the worst storms to hit the mountain in decades. The smoke from the old cabin’s chimney was being carried across the tree tops of the West Virginia M...

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“The writter” by Jennifer Geer

Submitted to Contest #104

"Are you coming tonight?", She asked this question every time she would sit down to write! Waiting for the knock on her head, signaling the gushing, pouring river of thoughts her visitor would bring her.She knew most people had writers block from time to time; but lately her block was as wide and long as the great wall of China!She even researched articles on the "Great Wall" just to get writing ideas.She tried walking around the block, going to the gym, starting in the middle of her thoughts; No...

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“They called it a near miss” by Jennifer Geer

Submitted to Contest #50

They called it a near miss, but I called it a direct hit as years of pent-up anger surged through my veins. The porcelain coffee cup sailed through the air and smashed directly where I was aiming it; just next to my husband's head. He had been quietly reading the Desert Sun Newspaper while he sat on the bar-stool in our breakfast nook. It shattered with a loud bang against the wall. I had made my point.   He recoi...

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“Sheltering in when Spring is supposed to be in the air” by Jennifer Geer

Submitted to Contest #35

 My brain awoke slowly. My body was still asleep, but the sound of "Mother Fucker", began to ooze out of the side of my brain slithering onto my pillow like hot lava flowing down the side of the mattress until I heard it "Plop" on the bedroom floor. Knowing I was waking up "Son of a Bitch", flew out of my mouth, it hit the wall and smashed into a million floating tiny 'sons of bitches', scattering throughout the room. Spring was supposed to be here March 14, I promised myself I was going to b...

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“A Thanksgiving to Remember” by Jennifer Geer

A Thanksgiving to Remember Her vocabulary was at its best this afternoon. The “son of a bitch” flew out of her mouth and stuck on the counter. “Mother Fucker,” went a little bit further and landed with a splat somewhere close to the entry door. Ronnie’s movements were swift and determined. The turkey was about twenty-two pounds. She was going to use her new quick turkey cooker tonight. Her small hands sutured the bird like a surgeon. She grabbed the turkey string and began to wrap it tightly around the t...

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