Joe Swanson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (275)

275 Stories

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“Mother Mary” by Joe Swanson

Submitted to Contest #64

Mother Mary 2200 words Janet spent the week revisiting a past she could barely remember, filling in the blanks with the knowledge gained from being wrong. Her decisions were not made without trepidation, the knowledge that choices had consequences. She debated the intricacies of right and wrong, and the repercussions of becoming paralyzed by indecision. It was a fear her father taught, that was insidious. It crept into your being, slow...

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“The Ghost of Walton Manner” by Joe Swanson

Submitted to Contest #64

Ghost of Walton Manner 2000 Words “Why are we here?” “I told you I have to go to London on business. Your father you know, is on the U.S.S. Pentecost. So I’ve decided that you will stay here at Walton Manner. You know Ms. Dementia. She was that friend of your Aunt Jaundice.” “Not the woman with the green hair, and those eyes that looked like they are going to fall out.” “Now, let’s be nice. She, I give you, is a bit eccentric, but she is very accomplished. She has turne...

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“Apple-gate” by Joe Swanson

Submitted to Contest #63

Joe Swanson 1056 Words Eugene Or. 97401 joebswanson@hotmail.com Apple-Gate Apple-gate “You ever see that movie about...

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“Fires Inn; The Mind” by Joe Swanson

Submitted to Contest #63

Fires Inn; The Mind “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Do you think that is a strange way to answer a question I proposed to my class about life?” “I guess if I had to be truthful, and I always am, as lies as you know, are nothing more than an attempt to win an argument with yourself. I’d say it was a pertinent question, and promotes a revealing answer.” &nb...

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“When, If Not Now” by Joe Swanson

Submitted to Contest #62

When, If Not Now “What are you doing?” Always a question that is something someone asks, when they don’t quite know how or what to say. It is more a matter of acceptance, as much as it is a search for an explanation. Seeing is believing, but is it. Blowing into a plastic bag, placing a twisty around its gathered top, creating a misshaped balloon. Droplets of moisture sliding down the plastics interior as the bag is held to the light of the window, the trapped air remaining subservient to gravity. “I asked you if...

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