Sue Marsh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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137 Stories

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“Freedom in the Sun” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #99

 Freedom in the Sun Suzanne Marsh “Y’all ain’t gonna never live to see the light o’ day Yank!” Words spoken harshly; as he spat tobaccy right between the captain’s feet.. Jase Pearson, 7th Texas brigade gave the Yank Captain another shove with the bayonet of his musket. “Jest keep a marchin til we git to the Rail section.” Pale, blood flowing from his injured arm Captain Owen Pierce longed for a drink of water, he could think of nothing else. He had no idea which prison he was going to; he prayed it would not be Libby Prison, if it was ...

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“The Dresden affair” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #98

   The Dresden Affair Suzanne Marsh “Ah Georg, I have been waiting to talk to you. I have a job for you.” “Thank you Herr Schmidt, what would have me do?” “Kill Herr Rudolph Diesel. I must prevent him from selling his engine to the British. What he is doing traitorous to Germany. We have learned that he is in Antwerp, he will board the SS Dresden. Since you are techically still his apprentice; he has paid for your ticket in second class. Germany is depending on you Georg.” Georg Betz shrugged his thin shoulders, he had his a...

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“Face in the Window” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #97

    Face in the Window Suzanne Marsh Sergeant Tom Torrence, jumped from the the C-47. His parachute opened, his decent was accurate, thus far no trees. Suddenly the wind shifted slightly and he found himself drifting toward a small white cottage. He landed on the roof the the cottage as silently as was humanly possible. He hoped he had not stumbled onto Nazi collaborators that were known in the area. He quickly shed his parachute. He rolled it up; the question was where to put it. He saw a light in the window furthest fro...

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“Things That Go Thunk in the Night” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #97

Things That Go Thunk in the Night Suzanne Marsh “Wake up! There is someone on the front porch!” “Go back to sleep it is not anything to worry about. Just the wind.” “Just the wind does not make noise!!!” “Then get up and go see what it is.” I put my pink fuzzy slippers on, grabbed my bathrobe and headed toward the living room window. I thought I saw something on the front porch. I thought; ‘no I don’t see anything, it could be a raccoon. I headed back to bed, my curiosity sated temporarily. I lay there attempting to go back to sleep. Thunk...

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“The Empty Room” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #96

    The Empty Room July 14th, 1881 Suzanne Marsh Tad stared at the emptiness of the room. Had it only been two weeks since the stranger arrived? Ma didn’t ask questions but agreed to take care of the stranger. The stranger had been brought by none other than Sheriff Pat Garrett himself. This did not really seem odd since the sheriff always was bringing wounded men here to Ma. The stranger young, with blondish hair and the two biggest buck teeth Ma and I had ever seen. Ma told me to fetch a sharp knife and the whiskey sh...

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“The Heart or The Soul” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #95

          The Heart or The Soul Suzanne Marsh “Soldiering has one great trap. To be a good soldier you must love the army to be a good officer you must be willing to order the death of the thing you love.” General Robert E. Lee said to his “old war horse” General James P. Longstreet. Old Pete sat astride his war horse Blackie; Lee’s words ringing in his ear. He knew that General Lee was very much correct in what he stated. There were so many things that had already gone wrong. The first day t...

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“The Double Dog Dare” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #94

   The Double Dog Dare Suzanne Marsh “I double dog dare ya to join the Reb Army Josh; be a drummer boy like me.” “I caint Ma depends on me. Pa is fightin in the Reb Army. My brother Beau is fightin for the dumb ole Union.” “Yeah I see you got problems Josh; but you be missin all the action and the fun.” “I jest can’t do it Jed. Ma is scairt of them ole Yankees comin here to Midville.” “Josh you gotta join; they need drummer boys specially to march with Old Pete.” “I know I should go; Jeb is way to young to defend much of anyth...

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“The Forger” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #94

       The Forger Suzanne Marsh “What do you mean you forged your Father’s signature?’ Those words echoed through my head as I glared at my youngest daughter. She was always in trouble but this was worse than her usual. She hated school and was not doing well. The teachers were perplexed. I was certain this child of mine would become a forger in later life. Just how did all this happen? Simple like Mother like daughter. I used to forge my Mom’s name on report cards; her writing was mostly loops and very eas...

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“Spook House” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #93

   Spook House Suzanne Marsh “Mark, Frankie here is twenty bucks apiece, try not to spend it in one place. Frankie, you do what Mark tells you. We will meet the two of you here at the Ferris wheel at seven.” Mark and Frankie thanked their Dad for the twenty dollars apiece; waved, then strode toward the fairway. The rides were down at the end of the fairway. Walking by the food made the boys stop for Doritos and cheese; just to good to pass up. They each ate some of the Doritos and cheese as the strode toward the rides. Their...

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“Light at the End of the Tunnel” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #92

Light at the End of the Tunnel Suzanne Marsh The earth shook beneath their feet; “cave in, cave in” The miners voices chimed in unison. Jace Barton, Sam Barrone, and Patrick O’Hara moved quickly toward the middle tunnel where they knew it might be safe. They knew that if they became trapped in the main tunnel they would die. They could hear the cries of the men further down the shaft. Timber braces began to fail. Jace, quickly scrambled into a tunnel further up urging his two friends to follow him. “Jace, we would be better off trying to rea...

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“Haunted” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #91

     Haunted Suzanne Marsh “I double dare you to stay in the library all night.” “How much do you want to lose?” “Ten dollars.” “Bet.” Friday night I walked slowly toward the library. It had a mansion before Angus MacIntosh willed it to the library. Every kid that lived here knew the stories about the library being haunted. Just what made me do this foolish stunt? My pride in not being afraid of ghosts, I was not afraid of anything. I entered the library around seven thirty. It was almost dark which made it seem cree...

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“The Great Library Caper” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #91

 - The Great Library Caper Suzanne Marsh “No, I am not going to take you to the library, you knew when those books were due. Your choice is return them and pay the fine out of your allowance.” Some choice I thought. I was not going to pay a fine to the crumby library, I would be paying Miss Higginbottom’s salary; that simply would not do. I began to think of ways to sneak the books back into the library without getting caught. Miss Higginbottom would find them on the shelves and think it a mistake. The more I thought about it the more...

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“Legend of Lobo” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #90

              Legend of Lobo Suzanne Marsh The New Mexico mountains still resound with the sound of the Lobo wolf. Some say he is simply is a legend, a myth. I have reason to say the Lobo is alive and well. Perhaps not the first Lobo but I have seen a Lobo Wolf. I have heard their cries as I move silently among them. I am but a simple Apache boy; my Father say a simple Apache boy with a very good imagination. The Apache are storytellers for many moons; my Father and Gran...

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“The Margaret Tree” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #90

           The Margaret Tree Suzanne Marsh High in the mountains of North Carolina; where the mist gathers, almost as if were Scotland; there stands a fir tree over one hundred feet tall. It is a tree of memories, dedicated to the generations of Margaret’s who sat beneath it. I am the oldest daughter of the Margaret of her generation. I have asked my Mother over the years about the history of the Margaret Sinclair. She told me when the time came my Grandmother would tell me. A text arr...

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“One-Two-Three...” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #89

             One-Two-Three… Suzanne Marsh 1944 The drone of the DH98 Mosquito engines seemed, to the parachutists, loud enough to draw fire from the Ack Ack guns. Thus far there had been no bright lights beaming across the darkened sky. Hannah Senesh, Yoel Polgi and Peretz Goldstein were parachuting into Yugoslavia tonight; they were to be met by Yugoslavian partisans. Suddenly a torch light appears; the pilot cuts the engines. The parachutists make their jump. Hannah, Yoel and...

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Author bio

Suzanne has been a writer since she began journaling at the age of 13. She has written two books: My Life as a Professional Seat Cover, which is about her adventures on a big rig and saw all lower 48 states. Up for Grabs is a science fiction story about a nuclear holocaust, how nanobots are used to clean up the nuclear waste and how the world changes.