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Stevie B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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My Unfunny Valentine (Another Fractured Fairy Tale)

Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #88

Once upon a time, back in the day, which was before the virus, I use to enjoy going out on the weekends to various clubs in the mystical, far away fairytale land known as Manhattan: particularly the comedy clubs. One such place, The Comedy Cellar, would bring in some pretty big-name comedians as headliners. Prior to the night’s star taking the stage for their set, there’d usually be three of four unknown acts, known as the show-openers, whose brand of humor was intended to warm up the room for the closing joke jockey. It was there at The Com...

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A Saint Patrick's Day Green Snake Story

Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city—you can meet the strangest people who’ll tell you the strangest stories…“To Seamus!” all the Irish diaspora who were drinking their heavy, dark Guinness stouts and green tinted beers on Saint Patrick’s Day at The Blarney Stone Pub, located somewhere in the West 30s neighborhood within the concrete-canyons of New York City, loudly toasted. “To Seamus O’Malley and his sorry Saint Patrick's Day snake bitten arse!” another patron of the pub proclaimed and which elicited gales of laughter from the other Gaeli...

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Till Death Do Us Part

Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #83

Dr. Robert Berringer had been a hypnotherapist for over eighteen years. Today’s appointments seemed like any other day’s schedule: some new clients and some returns. One had been reserved by a newbie, a Mr. Bratton Severen. Robert’s pretty, young blond receptionist, Katrine, relayed the purpose of the visit was memory recovery. Other than that she had no idea why the client had booked time. Katrine had snagged her job not for her office skills, but her good looks, hot as a pistol, flirting unabashedly during the interview, and incessantly du...

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Grow Old Along With Me Pt. I

Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #81

I was holding her hand when she passed. Since I’d never seen anyone die, I hadn’t been sure what to expect. Perhaps I thought her death would be preceded by a long sigh or some kind of final death rattle. Maybe I was supposed to see some aura or light emanating and escaping from the body I’d cherished all these years. She certainly wasn’t confused nor disoriented in her ending moments. The last words I heard her speak were lucid and clear, “Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be, my darling.” Next, she grew very still and quiet as her...

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Oh, Brother!

Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #79

In many ways, my older brother was a lot like my father: smart, strong, focused, surprisingly sensitive, upsettingly insensitive, short on patience, quick to anger. They were both Leos and both damaged. My brother and I, however, were not much alike. In fact, I’ve always felt unlike all four other members of my family. We all had blue eyes, but that’s where the similarities ended. I felt so unrelated to them that I secretly suspected I must have been adopted…or abandoned on Earth by an extraterrestrial clan that was my original family. Many ...

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~ Anymore ~

Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #70

I began seeing the woman who would later become my second wife before my first wife and I had broken up and separated. It was right at the time I was about to turn thirty and felt the fleeting dreams of my youth dying, and quite frankly, was having my first of many midlife crises. So, how did I deal with it? Well, I admit, very poorly, to say the least. In other words, I handled the situation like a heartless heel. The “other woman” had been one of my guitar students for a brief period of time in the summer of 1983. The reason her music l...

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One, Carry the Five

Stevie B

Submitted to Contest #64

    May I share something with you?          My mother’s ghost haunts me, but rarely does it appear before me late at night or frighten me. Usually, as when she was still alive, her presence comforts me. Do you think that’s strange? Well then, try this on for size: her ghost began to haunt me even before she died on August 23, 2013. Perhaps I owe you an explanation.          Even years before my father spent most of his time away from our...

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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).