Travis "John Bill" Peek

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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“Where'd She Go..?” by Travis "John Bill" Peek

Note: contains references to certain drugs and alcohol What in the hell just happened? I thought. I look around the dining table. No one is moving from their seat. Geez, what is going on? No one has even looked up from their plates. Time seems to have taken pause. I can only hear the deafening sounds of everyone’s utensils clinking, scraping against their plates. Other than that, nothing, silence. My fork lifted halfway to my mouth now standing open between bites. My eyes wide open with surprise darting back and forth from per...

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“The Eatin' Table” by Travis "John Bill" Peek

Submitted to Contest #162

 She had never had a dining room or for that matter, never been in a dining room. A dining room would never have suited Louise in the first place. Her people were common people, but each one precious in Louise’s eyes.Her large-footed, dark-stained, oak table sat in the middle of her kitchen. A store bought, brass, light fixture suspended from the ceiling, draped her table in light. Tall, ladder back, wooden chairs strong enough to hold a grown man, but gentle enough for a child to climb into, girded her table. The table, Louise’s table,...

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“The Mystery of the Bread Bag Drawer” by Travis "John Bill" Peek

Submitted to Contest #139

Knowing my height was marked many times over on that dark, brown door frame; I can still recall my Grandma Louise’s kitchen quite vividly before my Uncle Carl did the remodel enclosing the old back porch. In Grandma’s kitchen; tucked in between the sink and the old electric stove, that may or may not have had all of its burners working at any given time, were three wooden drawers that us kids thought had been made outta wood straight off of Noah’s ark. The top drawer, the smallest of the three, was for silverware. Known by outsiders as fla...

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Author bio

Husband and father with a passion for good stories. After overcoming my fear of sharing some of my writings with others; I recently joined a local creative writers group. Reading and writing is my therapy.