Jude S. Walko

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (22)

22 Stories

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“Mom Mom & Pop Pop's” by Jude S. Walko

Submitted to Contest #102

Timothy Chardfeld was in a bustling diner just west of La Brea, on the Sunset Strip. It was in the questionable seedy area, where one could get a late night burger, but might also end up with an 8-ball of meth, or a solicitation for unprotected sex. The amber sodium vapor lights of the Ralph’s were just enough to keep him from potentially getting mugged, but it was the shadowy strips of darkness, in between, that he would worry about later, when walking home, alone, on a full stomach.But for now, even at quarter ’til midnight, the diner was ...

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“C-O-N-V-0-Y” by Jude S. Walko

Submitted to Contest #101

Billy McCall had probably driven the 18-wheeled big rig down steep mountain roads like this one hundreds of times before, but something felt different about today. He couldn’t place his finger on it. It wasn’t mechanical, at least he had hoped not. It was more of an instinctual feeling, and he didn’t like it. He had gotten this feeling out of the blue, a few times in the past, during his nearly 40-year trucking career. It always turned out to be a bad thing. This time he had been coming over the steep passes and sharp curves of Mounteag...

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“Jack & Jill” by Jude S. Walko

Submitted to Contest #100

Jacques and Gillian were one pasta shell away from being married for 22 years. Jack had already reserved their chef’s table at “Bellarosas French Cuisine” for their anniversary dinner. It was here that he had proposed to her 22 years to the day. Jacques had been a young French interpreter for a large New York City architectural firm, when they had first met, and she a burgeoning NYU film student. They had encountered one another on his lunch break in Central Park, where she was stealing street scenes, without a permit, for her upcoming ...

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“Trippin' Triangle” by Jude S. Walko

Submitted to Contest #99

Road Trip! Just like they did at the beginning of every summer road trip to New Orleans, they pulled the front tires of the 1981 Honda Civic flush with the no parking sign, just outside the Monterey Park police station. The car didn’t have power windows, so they raced each other with the hand cranks. Sophina won, and Johnny, despite the strength in his left hand from lots of alone-time, got his window stuck half way. It wasn’t the Honda’s fault. The poor buggy was “seasoned” and this would be it’s sixth year making the nearly 2,000 mile jour...

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“Rebel Without A Home” by Jude S. Walko

Submitted to Contest #98

Billy Bob could never go home again. Not that he literally couldn’t, assuming he had the time and means, but figuratively he never could. He went by Willian Robert Rountree III, nowadays, to try and distance himself from his Southern roots in rural Georgia. He had moved to “the left coast” straight out of college, and the more people he met, the more he realized that the bubble he grew up in was decidedly narrow-minded. It wasn’t that he didn’t miss home. As he alway told everyone, “It was a great place to grow up and a great place to vi...

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“Hackney Holiday” by Jude S. Walko

Submitted to Contest #97

It was my first time in London. Despite what I read in history books over the years, and had seen on the screens of popular cinema, I wanted to see the fabled city on my own terms. It was getting to be late afternoon on my second day in town. I had visited Buckingham Palace and Westminster Abbey, and had my fill of lukewarm pints and meat-pies. I was ready to delve out of the thin veneer of tourists attractions, and get more into the “local” experience. I wanted to get my mind off of the banalities of work, too. My friend “Ozzy” had invited ...

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“Wethersby’s Wakening” by Jude S. Walko

Submitted to Contest #96

Sir John Wethersby, for the life of him, could not recall which town he was in, nor in what quaint innkeeper’s room he had suddenly awakened. The last thing he could recall, was hearing the distant mewing of a spectral cat, after partaking of a particularly bland bowl of porridge, and a rather unsavory piece of stale mutton. But why could he not recall anything from even a few days past? Sir John, managed to get dressed, in a quite stylish set of breeches and long tail coat, previously unfamilia...

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Author bio

I am a film Producer, Writer, Director and Actor. I recently finished my first novel “The Unhallowed Horseman” which is currently being submitted to agents. It’s loosely based on the world of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” by Washington Irving. https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-jude-publish-his-halloween-novel