Josh Vogt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Grass” by Josh Vogt

Submitted to Contest #215

Belmont was a town from the movies, but the movies just hadn’t found it yet. That’s what people would say. Three stoplight downtown kinda place. Football at the high school on Fridays was required attendance. Everybody - all the adults, anyhow - worked at the factory. Either that or one of the shops.You move in, they bring you pies. You move out - well, you don’t. There’s no reason to.But Belmont had its legends. That’s what you’re asking me about, right?It’s typical. For one, they always brought a goat onto the field before the Tigers games...

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“The Planet” by Josh Vogt

Submitted to Contest #97

It was about 2:00 a.m. when the popping noise woke Steven. It wasn’t extremely loud, but Steven had always been a light sleeper, especially if he had gone to bed upset, as he had four hours earlier after an argument with his wife, who was not awakened by the popping noise. Steven wasn’t sure, but he thought the noise had come from outside, maybe in the backyard of his suburban ranch home. He pulled back the curtains to see an unusually dark sky, only to realize his glasses were still on the nightstand. His vision had always been terrible, es...

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“Harmony” by Josh Vogt

Submitted to Contest #64

“Harmony told me her mom and dad don’t make her eat green beans,” he said at dinner.It wasn’t unusual for Marcella to hear her son Jaime, in the weeks leading up to his first day of Kindergarten, talk about his friend Harmony. In fact, he’d been bringing her up frequently - over dinner, during play time, even while watching their tiny, old television.Sometimes she wanted him to draw a picture for her. Other times, she asked to play Police Pups with Jaime - Harmony wasn’t familiar with the show, so she relished the opportunity to see Jaime ac...

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“A Champion for our Youth” by Josh Vogt

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.I had smelled the smoke through my open first floor window, but since my classroom was only two doors away from the exit, I was certain I’d have time to disperse the offending pile and stomp out the embers, but the dancing orange flame and the thirty-odd sixth graders frozen in awe (not including the three running away screaming) provided a startling tableau to my overconfidence. Had I been a younger man, more full of wind and vigor, the chaotic half hour-long investigation would not hav...

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Author bio

I'm a high school teacher living in Ohio. I've been writing a lot more lately to alleviate some of the remote / in-person learning anxiety.