Peter Stone

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“You Are In My Sights” by Peter Stone

Submitted to Contest #224

Methodically he prepared his weaponry for the next day. He had to arrive half an hour before his target was to approach the crest of the hill next to the small lake. The forecast was for minus 10 degrees Celsius the next day. This was going to make the metal on his Nr.2 Steyr SSG 69 sniper rifle a bitch to handle with his bare hands. His camouflage gear was placed ready on the bed next to his in the tiny motel room. He had been in this business long enough that he didn’t need more than three rounds of ammunition to complete his mission. A mi...

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“Aunt Liz” by Peter Stone

Submitted to Contest #221

The children were playing every evening in the field across from the neighbors’ house until the street lights would come on. Football or baseball and then on some nights it was hid and seek. Sitting under the old oak tree before going home they would tell one another ghost stories intending to provoke nightmares on their peers. Janet was the youngest of the gang and always asked her older brothers to walk back home with her on most nights since she would be terrified. She never told the others ghost stories because just thinking of ghosts wo...

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“The Hut” by Peter Stone

Submitted to Contest #218

The troops were near exhaustion after their ten-mile run wearing the full combat gear. Sargent Hillyer was as tough as they came and only wanted the best from each and everyone of his men. He knew that the battle field they were training for would spare them no mercy and it was up to him to prepare “his soldiers” for war. “Ok, if you are not able to pass this final step of your training you’ll be going home today. Two of you will enter into the Hut. You must stay inside until you hear the sound of my whistle. This will separate the boys fro...

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“Sister Till Death Do Us Part” by Peter Stone

Submitted to Contest #217

“Hazel where did you put the money for this big man,” asked Ethel. The big man was Jason Watts a fourteen-year-old Mexican boy that had been adopted by the Watts family at birth. His dark skin was glowing from the sunscreen his mom had applied before he left the house. He had just mowed the Greystone Mansion’s lawn and reluctantly entered into the parlor to collect his pay.“Jason, do you have to drip sweat all over my nice clean floor? Asked Ethel as she pushed her walker closer to him. Jason had heard so many horror stories at the local sch...

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“The Past Before The Present” by Peter Stone

Submitted to Contest #216

Holding the Styrofoam cup of coffee was more of a challenge than a pleasure for Ted Oats. The others had no idea what he had gone through nearly forty years prior. He and his wife of fifty years moved from their home town to start a new life. Ted had worked for the railroad and had never experienced activities in day-to-day life within the community of Knowlton Quebec. As a conductor he would get up at four o’clock in every morning and have his java as he called it with two toasts and peanut butter. Once on the job he’d wish the other conduc...

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“Below The Surface” by Peter Stone

Submitted to Contest #215

By Peter Stone "Jennifer, why exactly did we move here again," asked Dennis who for the third time that morning had to close the basement door. The Hobbs were a young couple that just wanted a change from the hustle and bustle of the life they experienced in New York. They both had tried to have children with the past partners but we’re never successful. The thought of going through life without a child was turning Jennifer into a nightmare for Dennis. There wasn’t a day go by that she didn’t look up fertility clinics on the internet. “Jen...

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“To Kill a Tourist” by Peter Stone

Submitted to Contest #214

By Peter M Stone It was near the eleventh hour, for the family to be on the road for yet another weekend vacation. The parents were preparing their luggage behind closed doors once again. The children were never allowed in their bedroom while they packed their belongings. The Knicks family lived in a very good neighborhood and always had anything they wanted, inground pool to the largest SUVs and of course the forty-foot RV. Steve was getting older and started secondary school that year and always had to come up with another answer ...

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Author bio

I was born on a farm in rural Quebec, Canada. Our dad served in the Second World War and came back from overseas badly injured. He inspired me to enter the Canadian Armed Forces where I served as an Army Field Engineer. I left the service to join the police where I served 25 years. I was a detective, drug enforcement officer and finally finished my career as the Police Chief. Following my retirement from law enforcement I build dry stone walls. My father and grandfathers before me worked with stone so I guess you could say it was in my blood. I love writing stories of criminal investigations. I also have written short children's stories that have been published by a local paper. All in all I enjoy life and being with family and friends. Have a great day everyone!