Stevie B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (52)

52 Stories

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“Motorcycles In The Sand” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #107

A long time ago, when I was about seventeen years old, in a place far, far away, I had a very unusual job. Five mornings a week I’d show up for make-up and shoot the breeze with Elena, the make-up girl, as she applied concealer, pancake, and finished up with a light touch of eyeliner and a hint of color here and there on my face. No, I wasn’t a cross-dressing performer in a burlesque show—for almost a year I was acting in a soap opera on a Brazilian TV show. I played a young American rock musician named Steve.I got the gig for two reasons. F...

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“Everything Is a Gift” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #105

From the perspective of where one witness sat at the arena that night, this was all she could offer to the police about the incident: “I saw nothing. I was in the restroom when it happened.”Then, from another one: “I was taking notes on what Mr. Jeffers was saying, so, when it all happened I was looking down at my notebook. Yeah, I guess I saw nothing.”After interviewing nearly two hundred attendees at the traumatically truncated event, after hearing an oddly similar account from those situated in various locations around the sprawling stadi...

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“Please Don’t Judge Me ” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #103

Unlike most children, it took me quite a while to weed through the corrugated cardboard boxes that had been shipped to me after my mother’s death. They contained items that I imagine my other siblings had either not taken or simply not wanted. At its bottom, a pair of eyes were staring up at me. They belonged to Jesus. It did not look like the picture of Jesus had been drawn or painted; it possessed a photographic quality. But how in this world, if I may ask, could this ever be a photograph? On the back and in my mother’s distinctive and flo...

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“The GLOW (The Glorious Leslie of Wrestling)” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #102

From the early 1960s until that dark morning I left home in 1970 the only times I recall my family spending together (unless you counted those awkwardly silent early evening dinners and my father’s, thankfully diminishing, Sunday drives with us all crowded in our dirty white Ford Galaxie Starliner), were around our tiny black-and-white TV set watching professional wrestling. Once a week, we’d gather in front of that old, battered Philco 4248-E sitting on a coffee table in our living room; twist, turn, and fidget with the foil-wrapped rabbit ...

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“My Long Overdue Letter to Me” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #101

July 8, 2021 Attn: Mr. Stevie B’s Reflection c/o Mia Mind Music 256 Sixth Street Suite # 2 Hobohemia, NJ, 07030 Re: These occasional lapses in communication Dear Self, Long time no see (LOL). You’re not looking all that bad today. I keep bumping into you in the bathroom mirror, but it seems like we never get the opportunity to talk anymore. We usually see each other in the mornings while shaving, and brushing our teeth, combing what’s left of our hair. Other than that, we don’t spend too much of our time looking in the old, looking...

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“TBD (or, As Time Goes By)” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #100

Part I: Seated for the mealIt was the third time they’d been out for dinner together during the past month. Spring was in the air—and perhaps—so was something else. While Hobohemia had nowhere near New York City’s abundance of gourmet eateries, the neighboring city across the Hudson River that they could see from the restaurant table they had just been seated to dine that evening, it still had some great spots to offer. The location he had chosen for them, with her consent of course was no exception.After one dry Grey Goose vodka martini eac...

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“Death by Wasabi” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #99

The sun had yet to set, but the friendly early evening crowd was beginning to trickle into the outdoor eatery area of The Court Street Bar and Restaurant. It was, after all, a little past seven on a Saturday night in Hobohemia, and after a full work week, most people just want to get out and have a little fun. Carlton Tucker had chosen this place because in his mind it would be the perfect place for a perfect first date. He’d had his eye on Annemarie Chellini for quite some time now, so after months of trying to muster up the courage to ask ...

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“My Life Sucks” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #98

Vampires are not always asleep in their coffins during the daytime. Take me for instance. Before becoming one of the many of the legion of undead, I’d suffered during much of my life from insomnia; tossing and turning my way through sleepless nights, usually losing consciousness as the sun was coming up, and rolling out of my former bed feeling like death warmed over most mornings to do things I had little to no interest in. My life sucked! Then I became a vampire. “Well how did that happen?” most would ask. And I, Charlie Althea, would re...

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“The Women In The Windows” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #97

OK. After the end of my 3rd marriage, I promised myself I’d never get caught up in another emotionally intimate relationship with anyone ever again. I believe that was back in 1999. So, fast-forward to 2020 while in the midst of a Coronavirus lockdown, as I returned to my desk with my microwave reheated mug of coffee, I did something I probably shouldn’t have done; I acknowledged with a nod and two other gestures the presence of a neighbor from across the street. Sure, the simple act of a nod of recognition, the lamely celebratory raising of...

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“A Dog Named Shark” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #96

Years ago, when I still lived in East Hampton, New York, I met a neighbor. As we got to know each other we began to socialize with one another on a regular basis over the summer. What began as borrowed cups of sugar, flour, or coffee, turned into occasional drinks at each other’s homes, and eventually grew to invitations to our neighborly backyard barbeques. As she accepted my first cookout invite, she asked, “Do you mind if my dog comes too?” “Of course not: To be honest with you, I get along with dogs and cats better than I do with most h...

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“The Third Wife” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #95

Using a drug-dusted straw to snort the last line of an 8-ball of coke, drinking the last drop of vodka from the bottle, I tossed both in the trash. When my second marriage ended, I was heartbroken and half crazy. The months following, I excessively self-medicated, which rarely works well for anyone. Yet, for me it almost did.It’s said you must hit rock bottom to find the road to recovery, and that was true for me. I had to pass through one of two doors. Through one, I was dying in a room due to my current lifestyle. Let’s call that Door Numb...

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“Can You Hear Me, Major Mushroom?” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #94

Did you know that the largest organism known on Earth is a mushroom? While the whale is the largest living mammal (the largest on record was a scant 110 feet long and weighed an anorexic 200 tons), there’s a mushroom so large it could choke the biggest whale in the ocean. Heck, it’s so huge it could probably choke a whole pod of whales with enough left over to obstruct the breathing passages of a few herds of elephants and gag several gaggles of geese. Scientists who have studied this massive fungal organism estimate that its body can exte...

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“Father Tomassi’s Wet Dream” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #92

No! It had happened yet again! As he slowly awoke from the deep sleep, Father Tomassi first felt fear, next anger, and then the waves of shame as he sensed the warm wetness through his pajamas and on the bedsheets. This was the third time this month and the month still had almost two weeks left in it. He tried not to recall the dream that had caused yet another unwanted nocturnal ejaculation but he knew deep down that it was the one that had been plaguing him since adolescence: the one about his junior high school teacher. The dream he hid i...

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“Just another Easter Sunday on Easter Island” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #90

“Hey! How’s it going? My name is Tu’u ko Iho. I am one of an estimated nearly 1000 moai that were hand-carved from stone by the Rapa Nui people over 500 years ago. Our actual number, as concluded by a recent moai self-headcount, is closer to 887. My deep elliptical eye sockets, which were crafted by the native Rapa Nui, held eyes made of coral that they extracted from the southeastern Pacific Ocean, and possessed pupils formed from either red scoria or black obsidian volcanic rocks. They stare stoically over the island toward the coast, and ...

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“Beneath A Lazarus Moon” by Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #89

Full disclosure: Paul Jones Palin was no longer the voice of a generation. His death assumed to have happened on August 31, 2010, had people talking all around the world because of its questionable nature. It wasn’t until September of 2017 that he was then declared dead in absentia. By that time everyone had not only stopped talking about P. J. Palin, they’d also pretty much forgotten all about him. And so it goes, my children, and so it goes. That’s why it came as quite a surprise to most that after several undocumented reported sightings...

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Author bio

Stevie B signed his first record deal with a major label at sixteen. Over the years he’s produced records and composed songs for Madonna and other international stars. Since 2006 many of his music and book reviews have appeared in assorted entertainment publications. In 2012, “Pajamas on a Sun Stained Beach”, his first published novel, hit the bookstore shelves, followed by "The Freaky Fungal Family Tree" in 2021, and ALICE in 2022: (https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0B15PYZJL/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vamf_tkin_p1_i0). "Chris and Her Daughters", "Beneath A Lazarus Moon", and "Between a Throuple of Friends", his latest novels, are scheduled for publication and release before the end of this year. For nearly 40 years he’s owned and managed Mia Mind Music, a successful entertainment promotion and marketing company that has accumulated multiple gold and platinum record awards in association with various record companies and artists. Born a blue-eyed, be-freckled, bewildered and bashful boy from Baltimore, Maryland, he now resides contently alone in Hoboken, New Jersey. New material posted weekly on his blog: https://www.thestevieb.com/, snd Additional information also appears on his Facebook author page (https://www.facebook.com/thesteviebe).