Pete Gautchier

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“So Sure” by Pete Gautchier

Submitted to Contest #249

Topic: Write a story about a character driving and getting lost.So SureFriends and family that claim they really know me say that I exhibit obsessive behaviors. Usually, they use words such as persnickety, finicky, or picky to describe me. How can these words be character enhancing? After all they contain an “ick” derivative. I rebut them by saying that I need to be this way because I travel the highways and byways of the country for a living with the certainty of knowing where I was going. Yes, I am a travelin...

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“Dream Job” by Pete Gautchier

Submitted to Contest #249

1. Topic statement: Write a story about a character running late for a job interview.Dream JobThere was ringing in my ears. It was persistent. I just needed a few more minutes to rest my weary soul. I clumsily reached for my annoying phone to silence the menace. No sooner had I turned it off, I felt a tugging at my ear followed by loud incessant purring. My bleary eyes revealed my catatonic state to my annoyed observer. Sunny, my lifelong feline friend, was not amused and continued bellowing his dissatisfaction at no...

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“Aliens on the Mend” by Pete Gautchier

Submitted to Contest #243

Aliens on the MendI did not grow up in Roswell, NM. I was not enticed by the alien aura that permeates the atmosphere of this fine town. I am a guy who needs visual evidence to support any theories or special scientific mumbo-jumbo. Many years ago, I bought a few remote, parcels of land throughout Chaves County. My hook was farming. Farming peppers (hot, and I mean hot like ghost peppers). Sounds strange, but I had this sixth sense that peppers would become popular in the coming age with all this “culinary finessed” eating. So, I moved my hu...

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“Looking for Cover...looking for a way out” by Pete Gautchier

Submitted to Contest #239

Looking for Cover…Looking for a Way OutThe battle raged all around me. The noise of artillery bursting nearby deafened me. The air smelled of oily smoke. Swirling dust filled my lungs and I gasped for air. I clung tightly to my chest as each breath was labored. My eyes were misted, not by tears but by my profuse sweat pouring from my forehead. A foreboding aura of dread coursed through my body. In the haze, my mind conjured up fragmented thoughts, snapshots of my p...

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Author bio

Self-publishing author who loves to write fictional stories in the Christian genre.