Len Mooring

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (70)

70 Stories

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“The Simple Secret” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #33

The Simple Secret.I have found that I often get some of my best ideas whilst sitting and pondering in a barber’s chair to the snip of scissors and buzz of clippers. There is something relaxing to the drone of the barber as I ignore, usually him, and let whatever creative function manifest. Just feeling the final spray of the fragrant liquid designed to keep unruly strands of hair in place led me to the spray-less paint roller. Another time, the mere wrapping of the covering sheet over me le...

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“Interruption of a dream” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #30

An interruption of a dream.“God here. I know you wouldn’t have believed me if I’d come to you in a dream, or one of your whacked out sessions on the weed, but you do believe in telephones, and a ‘land-line’ at that. I thought you might be a suitable guy to do me a favour, particularly as you don’t believe in me, it might be a giggle for you.” This call came in whilst I was in the most fabulous lucid dream I’d had in years. I had a compliant woman, no strike that, an enthusiastic sexual participant - yeah, yeah, my lucid drea...

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“A journey to earth.” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #29

A Journey to Earth. God called in the angels that were watering the Celestial Garden and told them he wanted a volunteer.“Angel Tiffany, your name signifies a manifestation of me, so you just volunteered.I’m thinking of doing a reboot down there on earth, so do a quick ‘once-over,’ in case you see some redeeming features that I might take into consideration.”“I know it’s not my place to question you, my lord god of the highest order, but you, who knows all about sparrows falling, will also know my background.”“We don’t have to get all h...

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“The twisted music boy.” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #26

The monstrosity that was the fetus, was finally ‘torn,’ via the surgeon’s knife from the mother’s belly, more than 2 weeks after its ‘scheduled’ appearance upon our stage. Its grotesqueness brought horrified gasps from all those attending the delivery.The misshapen head, humped back and deformed lower limbs elicited thoughts that he would do the decent thing and expire before his very young mother emerged from the anesthetic. No such fortune awaited this unprepared woman. Apparently, though, his lungs had not suffered the same fa...

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“Unexpected destination.” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #22

“Wow, I take it you are St. Peter, or do I call you just Peter, or Pete? No, no, I’m only kidding. Actually, I didn’t expect to see you at all. In fact, I think I may have ballsed things up, me being an atheist. Well, let’s say, a former atheist. It’s more than a surprise that I’m here at all, I’m supposed to be at a New Year’s party. Apparently, some drunken prick has taken me out. I hope that bastard is down below. I can’t imagine he’s up here with that blot on his record. Yeah, yeah, I know I’m rambling, I’m actually petrified. I’m not ac...

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“The priest.” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #20

The Priest.I suppose it was a cantankerous orneriness that had me taking vows of celibacy and devotion to the Man in the Sky.My family were committed atheists. They swore their noisy allegiance to nothing, as fervently as I was espousing my conviction that I had a good grasp of the hem of him up there.I would tell them that the attempted converting behaviour that they were directing toward me, was religious in nature, but at the moment, misplaced. That made them almost apoplectic! As you can see, I don’t necessarily hold with all of the...

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“The coat.” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #18

The coat.It was a beautiful coat. It must have come from a deceased estate and had been donated to the ‘charity shop’ where I bought it for just ten dollars. As soon as I tried it on I knew this would keep me warm over the coming winter months. I buttoned it up and then reached into the pockets and my hand hit onto something solid and smooth; like a handle of a machine. I felt a tingle and my eyes went out of focus. When I was able to marshal my thoughts again, I certainly wasn’t in the ‘charity shop’ anymore, but standing in snow on a vast ...

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“The thankstaking dinner.” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #17

“Lep, you made it! Snowhite, here, said you were miffed with us; you showed her the finger. I said, a leprechaun miffed, even if it was you, Slanky, a leprechaun just doesn’t get its nose out of joint for long, they get even. Have you gotten even, Slanky?“Take no notice of Snowhite, Santa, she has so much dosh with the workaholic dwarfs bringing in diamonds and gold every day, she fabricates problems instead. She and the dwarfs did such a good demolition of the wicked queen, any real opponents are too scared to say boo to her.”“Good to hear,...

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“The brave little tailor.” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #16

Once upon a time, there was a tailor of very small stature, named Abraham. He seemed to be very brave, but could also be very stupid. His biggest wish was to be tall. Being small, he tended to compensate for his lack of height and girth in being cursed by a large mouth and lungs which he used sometimes in inappropriate ways. A casual glance from some Adonis-like male would often cause him to immediately challenge him to a duel, or the equivalent thereof, because of some imagined sleight. Most of the Adonises would smile and move on, but...

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“All for a shot.” by Len Mooring

Submitted to Contest #14

All for a shot.“Don’t look on this as hazing. This is to see if you are up to it. I know the consensus of opinion is that it’s hazing, but it isn’t. However, most fail at the outset and I want you to not waste my time.If you cannot take 24 hours on the rebreather, I doubt you’ll be much use to me.” Walter, Alex’s intended employer, was an expert photographer who was very particular who he employed, but would choose only those ‘shutterbugs’ that had that ‘extra’ whatever that was. Wildlife photogr...

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Author bio

One foot in the grave, the other standing on crumbly ground. I like the short story as you can knock them out in a sitting and still remember the names of the characters you started the story with; well sometimes. I found the secret of success late in life, don't desire it. I'm kidding. When I want to belly-laugh I youtube Biggus Dickus and Tim Conway ad-libbing his elephant story."What a joy we have in Youtube;" sung to the popular hymn tune. The correction app tried to change hymn into hymen, I say cheers to that as well.