Robert Vucsko

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Chinatown” by Robert Vucsko

Submitted to Contest #90

The grimy tiled walls of the curved underground tunnel rushed by as gloomily lit wall lanterns pulsed out of the darkness, marking unseen intervals as the train sped to the next stop. We hit top speed for just a few moments before the gears began their gradual wind-down as we slowed again. The linked cars rattled and swayed and screeched as we burst into the light of the LaSalle Street station. The 5:43 stopped and slid open its doors, and the train became engorged with commuters. Many more streamed down through the turnstiles as we pulled a...

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“Cady's Harvest” by Robert Vucsko

Submitted to Contest #89

Cadence sung softly as she dug clover and dandelions out of her spring garden, “And little Sir John sprung up his head, and so amazed them all.” This season’s early spring crops had surpassed expectation. She pushed in the trowel and wiggled out a turnip, holding it up for inspection. These had been transplanted from the greenhouse barely two weeks earlier but would be ready in days. Her newest compost mixture clearly made a difference, but for the second consecutive season, she had planted nearly a month earlier than expected. “No clim...

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“The Message” by Robert Vucsko

Submitted to Contest #88

‘Speak your heart. If they don’t understand, the message was never meant for them anyway.’ - Ashley Ormon Everything in the forest around him was still and quiet. Birds flitted around the branches, a few small mammals rustled through the undergrowth, but not a sound made by any man was heard. He approached from the southeast, careful to switch his route to avoid discovery. For almost a month, he had managed to keep his location secret. He watched the entrance from a kudzu shelter. He could observe the entire area and would wait...

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“About Henry” by Robert Vucsko

Submitted to Contest #87

The new house was big and old, and right now it was full of packed boxes, disorganized furniture, and several unshaven moving men. Henry went off to find his bedroom. “Follow the stairs to the top,” his mother told him, kissing him on the cheek, a practice he allowed only when they were alone. It was funny, the house didn’t look this tall from the outside. Reaching the top and finding a tall set of windows, he looked out over an expanse of thickly wooded hills. “Wow,” Henry said softly. When his dad was around, they some...

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“Suffer The Child” by Robert Vucsko

Submitted to Contest #86

Come away O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. -         W.B.Yeats A small figure separated from the tree line, taking its form directly from the mist which shrouded the mountain bald. A young girl to any who witnessed, though most likely a trick of the light on the morning mist, drifted to the edge of the rocky cliff-face. The sun poked up enough to take away the gloom in the west end of va...

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“Times Like These” by Robert Vucsko

Submitted to Contest #85

Times Like These The building appeared to float out of the morning mist as the two rounded a corner. The friends had been riding since dawn, and the weather had cooled suddenly. After riding hard for three hours, they both slowed. “Stop?” asked the companion. “Yup,” answered his friend. “How’s your camelback doing?” his friend asked, as he pulled-off his riding gloves and dismounted. “It’s full. Down to one bottle though
should be plenty.” his companion answered. They rested their bicycles against a knee-high platfo...

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“Sibling Survival” by Robert Vucsko

Submitted to Contest #84

Sibling Survival “How do you BREATH through these things?” He screamed into the mask. The face-shield immediately fogged-up and now Aaron couldn’t see either. He squatted down behind a small berm, where a tree had long-ago turned-up its roots. Aaron had run about a half-mile, full-on sprint, and was at the edge of a large wood. He had to risk a breach of his breathing PPE, so he lifted the mask and slid it atop his head. He realized he was hyperventilating, and why wouldn’t he?! There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in that area, and he did...

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“Ora's Wish” by Robert Vucsko

Submitted to Contest #83

Ora’s Wish The Zemi began to take shape because of a prayer. This one had not taken any form or consciousness for more than two-millennia. The song which summoned it now was strong, and irresistible.  The spirit took a direct path, up from 8000 meters of pressure and depth and cold, moving through the ocean like smoke blown on the wind. As the music got louder, the Zemi took a vague shape and scattered a school of mackerel. It began to see rich sea-life and sense the temperature of the water warming around it. The swell of...

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Author bio

A beginning writer. Scared to death, but finally finding my voice.., it's getting clearer I think.