Scott Smock

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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18 Stories

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“AS GOES THE POPSICLE, SO GOES MY HEART” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #53

The temperature was hot, hotter than it'd been in years, and my popsicle attested to that. It was melting, the sugary colored water snaking its way down my hand to run in rivulets along my forearm. And what caused this, you ask? My former English teacher, tall, thin and drop dead gorgeous. She'd changed since my time in high school and now, I was in love. I walked over to her and introduced myself. "Miss Rooks? Hi! It's me, Jimmy Wallington. Been a long time, hasn't it?" The woman before me was heavier, in a very voluptuous manner, and this ...

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“WELL, THIS IS A PICKLE” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #52

The build up had been amazing. The prenup was signed, the dress was bought and the tuxedo had been fitted. Now it was the day you'd been waiting for; the wedding between yourself and your one true love, Anne Guillaume. It was one hour before the wedding. You were excited, nervous and worked up for the honeymoon, all at the same time. You were seeking for the minister but were stopped in your tracks by your wife to be. "Hey, babe, I know it's bad luck to see your fiance before the wedding but, and be honest, is this dress too short?" Your mou...

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“NOW PRAISE WE WEAK TALE-BEARERS” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #50

The crowd was there, as had been promised by the Entertainment Council, and this was both exciting, and nerve wracking, to Harry Prescott. He was a Tale-Bearer and had found his way to Shiloh to read his books to these entertainment starved people in exchange for room and board. He was joined by Andre Johnson, who was the Historian of the pair. Earlier that day he'd gone through Shiloh, talking with the elders and watching with amazement as their eyes lit up while speaking of their past. Now it was Harry's turn to help the people forget abou...

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“SPRING'S TEEN” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #50

Don't let the title mislead you. This story is my story. I am Zeze. And I am still friends with Mary and Julia. The title alludes to the fact that Mary was born in April, around Easter in fact, and Julia was born in May. And when they were in their early teens, Mary at 14 and Julia at 13, they were in a beauty pageant to find the most beautiful girl born in the USA, 'Spring's Teen'. They were co-winners, and now they were preparing for the final countdown, the final hurrah on Freedom Day. For Mary had been accepted by 'New Haven University' ...

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“THE DOCTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #49

Jeremiah Miller had been putting off going to the eye doctor for an uncomfortable period of time. Now that he was reaching the point of everything looking blurry, with or without his glasses on, he knew it was time to go. So, getting on the streetcar he made his way from Dogwood into Sherryton, and into the T-Way optometrists. He walked into the store, eyed the sparklers in a display, and made a mental note to pick some up for the kids on his way out. The T-Way optometrists shop was located in a walled off area of the store, which made it se...

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“FREE AT LAST” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #48

He always felt he had to make them happy. So he did nothing, for to do anything could lead to sin. Now, as he approached middle age, sitting in his bedroom, sleeping in a twin bed, he was alone and, dear god, it hurt like hell. He'd been courting a woman the year before, and they'd spent a wonderful evening together, but now he was all alone. He had a female friend, but love was elusive. So, per the suggestion of another female friend, he headed to the bar to drink. # 'Marcella's' was crowded, as it usually was on a Friday, and he headed...

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“FRIEND, WE NEED THEE” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #47

You trek down the stairs of your apartment building in a kind of style reminiscent of the Joker in that movie. It's been three years since you left your Quaker heritage behind and moved on to the glittering swank of Broadway. Well, technically off-Broadway but, hey, who's counting? Your sex life is your own choice, your drinks are continental and your meditation is active. Life is good. Or, at least, it has been. You reach trembling hands into your mailbox and pull out a wad of joy; bills, bills, bills. Of course your latest issue of 'Rollin...

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“WRITING THE HEMMING WAY” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #46

Sinclair Hemming, world renowned author and famous authority on the Wisslerites, had been away from his writing desk for 7 long years, having married a Wisslerite woman by the name of Autumn Miller. The marriage had been strong from the start and now, with three kids and one dog running around, he was ready to tackle his dream project; an epic romance set during the immediate aftermath of the Climate Wars. So, one bright morning, he sat down at his classic Boring electric typewriter and began to type, words flowing like inky water onto the s...

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“BLACK SOULS MATTER” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #45

Aunt Jemima was standing over a hot stove, cooking her specialty, grits with hot sauce, when Uncle Ben entered the room. He looked so distinguished in his royal purple robe. He came over and kissed Jemima on the back of her neck. She shivered and, after Ben turned his back, she slapped the back of his head. Ben turned quickly."What'd you do that for?!" He cried."'Cause you gotta quit turnin' me on this early, honey, 'less you want that robe torn to shreds." The look in Jemima's eyes sent shivers of anticipation up and down Ben's back. Oh, he...

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“IT BEGAN WITH THE END” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #44

I remember it well, all too well. She was my best friend in high school. She was the alt chick of all time. She was Michelle Smith. And now, standing there in her cap and gown, she was the graduate, the valedictorian, the woman who knew where she was going in life and what she wanted when she got there."Michelle," I began, my voice catching "I'm going to miss you. You were the only one who didn't leave me alone all those years ago when I first got here and for that I'll always be grateful. You have been, and always shall be, my friend." We e...

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“BEST FRIENDS FOREVER” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #43

Little Mary Jones was so mad. Her mommy and daddy had brought her to Jennings County Indiana because her daddy had a new position at the Indiana branch of Trans-Allied Robotics and Advanced Cybernetics, whatever that was. All Mary knew was that she had to leave her friends behind. Yes, she could chat with them online, but it just wasn't the same. So a little 10 year old girl who liked painting, coloring and fishing had to find new friends.#Mary cast the line from her pole and smiled as the lure made a soft splash in the creek. The one saving...

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“MARY, HOW'D YOU KNOW?” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #42

"Nothin' Says Lovin' Like Something From The Coven!" This bumper sticker was proudly displayed on the fender of the VW Bug in front of Mary. Joseph and Mary Dubois had come to Princeburg Indiana to visit their daughter Cheryl, who was going to Princeburg Community College to study holistic medicine and coloring meditation techniques. Mary had wondered about that but set it aside. Cheryl had always been a free spirit and independent thinker. Going to Mercy Baptist Academy as a young teen Cheryl had shown all the signs that she'd end up at Jor...

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“THE RATS ARE LOOSE” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #41

The DSV Dundee was sliding through flux, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. That was, until the ship dropped out of flux quickly and unexpectedly. Commander David Steele awoke with a start as Red Alert began to sound throughout the ship. He quickly raced to the bridge."Report!" he cried as he headed to his chair."Sir," Sub-commander RU-486 replied, "engineering reports that the flux core and bio-crystal reactor have both shut down mysteriously. There appears, at this point, to be no logical reason.""There's always a logical rea...

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“MAY I HAVE YOUR PALM, OLIVE?” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #40

It all started with a question. At Innisdale Junior-Senior High the schools resident Goth chick, Beth Anne, called out to the new girl, Olive May, with a request so that she might read her palm."May I have your palm, Olive?""Not on your life, boy!" came the response. Beth shook her head. Olive was like all the rest, so quick to disbelieve in the paranormal, so quick to laugh at the universe. Well, she'd change her tune soon enough. Beth just had no idea how quickly that time would come. #T-Way was decked out for Christmas. That always looked...

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“GOODNIGHT, JOHN-BOY” by Scott Smock

Submitted to Contest #38

"There was never a more perfect time for this than now." This was a trip to Wisslerite country and now was the time that Virginia 'Ginny' Lane was spending with Mary Wissler, wife of Asa and one half of the founding couple. After the Climate Wars a new phrase began to circulate; Goodnight, John-Boy. This phrase was the new way of saying goodbye to the past. Ginny had, for several weeks now, been saying Goodnight, John-Boy to more of her past than she cared to. And that's what had brought her to Lowery, new main home of the Plain People group...

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Author bio

I am a 45 year old cisgender male who enjoys solving and constructing word seeks, coloring, big band swing and smooth jazz, amateur photography and history.