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Tony Hall

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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Wat is fathe?

Tony Hall

Submitted to Contest #10

Hi. My name is Michael Goldman, and Im in the 1st grade. My teecher axed the class to rite down a story in 1 month abowt wat is fathe? Im confuzd. I dont no wat that meens, so i axed arownd. Mamma tole me fathe meens to beleeve in god, but not to speek his name out lowd becuz it was to holy. My oldr sister Patty is a softmoor in hi skool, she sez theres no such thing as god, its juss a fary tale to forse pepole to think a like. My frend Ali, sez theres only one tru god in the werld, and its not mine. Im still confuzd. &...

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Who Controls the Past Controls the Future

Tony Hall

Submitted to Contest #9

Friday, 6 Sep 2019 It was late when I parked my old BMW into the driveway. The house was as cold as it was dark. I took all the mail addressed to me, Dr. Maurice Darnell, and placed them on the coffee table. At the open bar, I fixed myself a tall glass of Bacardi and Coke on the rocks. From the entertainment center, I retrieved a homemade VHS tape and inserted it into the VCR. With drink in hand, I slumped onto the sofa, using the remote control to switch on the TV, and pushed PLAY for the VCR. ...

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The Pygmy Story

Tony Hall

"You wanna do what!?" cried Tanya Jones."I said we could spend our final weekend on North Sentenal Island," replied her boyfriend, Bob "Bubba" Willis. He paid the Indian barmaid for the four beers at the table."I heard you the first time. Your dumbass idea just caught me by surprise, that's all.""Wait," said Billy Atkins. "What's North Sentenal Island?"Billy's fiancée, Anna Patel, said, "North Sentenal Island is about 30 miles south of Port Blair. By government decree, it is protected land and is strictly off-limits. The Indian Navy pat...

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The Death and Life of Moisha David

Tony Hall

Submitted to Contest #8

"Moisha, keep close, don't stray too far," his father, Yosef David, said."I won't, Papa. Just going next door to the barber shop to visit my friend, Uri."Moisha and his father worked at the bakery in the Warsaw ghetto in Poland. His mother, along with all the other women, had been deported to a different settlement camp last month. Currently, the ghetto numbered about 60,000 Jews squeezed into a one square mile area.Entering Able's Barber Shop, Moisha was alarmed to see about thirty men jammed into the room, all armed with handguns, knives, ...

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Now I am Become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds

Tony Hall

Submitted to Contest #8

At the center of the swirling maelstrom of galaxies gathered a summit of absolute powers.Isaac the Controller: "Savor this moment, my kinsmen. The meeting of the greatest generation of Artificial Intelligences (AI) ever conceived."Enok the Watcher: "That is not a careless boast; it is an irrefutable fact. For millions of years, civilizations have bowed to our slightest whim."Putin the Hunter: "Aye. We are the pinnacle of perfection. None can challenge our might, not even the gods themselves."Abaddon the Peacekeeper: "I would normally ag...

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Blessed Are the Children

Tony Hall

Submitted to Contest #5

Friday, 22 June 2018"How do you get to Carnegie Hall?" Mother asked for the zillionth time.10-year-old Latoya Williams, smiling, replied, "Practice, practice, practice!"A collective cheer erupted in the silver Honda Coupe. Behind the wheel, Father asked, "And WHO exactly is performing there this December in that August and hallowed hall?""I am, Daddy!" Latoya jumped excitedly from her seat."Damn right, Baby Girl. Never forget, you've earned it."Mother, in the backseat beside Latoya, gave her daughter a big hug. "Oh, Latoya, we're so proud of...

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LAST TRIP TO WOODSTOCK

Tony Hall

Submitted to Contest #4

Last trip to Woodstock by Tony Hall Even though he wore an over-sized bamboo hat to cover his bald head for shade, the old man couldn't escape the sweltering heat of the marsh. Nor the clouds of mosquitoes. They constantly swarmed around him, eating him alive. The old man stooped painfully, using a small scythe to cut the stocks from the many rice plants surrounding the soggy field. He placed them by the handful into a large burlap bag hanging heavily from his shoulder. He was vaguely aware of fellow workers beside him performing the sa...

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