Tricia Shulist

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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186 Stories

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“A Different Type of Debutante Ball” by Tricia Shulist

A DIFFERENT TYPE OF DEBUTANTE BALL Mallory clomped into the kitchen, small clods of dirt falling from her boots to the floor. She looked down and saw the mess that she had made.  Slipping off her boots, she walked to the back porch and put her boots outside. Next, she walked to the broom closet, removed the broom and dust pan and started to sweep up the dirt. “What are you doing?”  Mallory looked up, and there, in all her glory, was her step-mother, Connie. “Hey, Connie,” said Mallory. “It’s Constance.” ...

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“For the Greater Good” by Tricia Shulist

FOR THE GREATER GOOD Mary Beth and Sam sat on their screened in porch, watching the sun set behind the Chocolate Mountains, enjoying a cool adult beverage. “That sure was pretty,” said Mary Beth. “Uh huh,” said Sam. The couple had lived in California, in an aging prefab home on the shores of the Salton Sea for fifty-five years, since they were married in 1968. “Did you hear?” asked Mary Beth. “What?” asked Sam. “About the lithium.” Sam continued to stare to the west, watching the sun’s dying rays paint the sky a deep ...

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“It's Gonna Be Okay” by Tricia Shulist

IT'S GONNA BE OKAY “Ohmagod, ohmagod, ohmagod! We’re gonna die!” “Stop it! We are not going to die!” “If you don’t kill us, the cops will.” “No they won’t. It’s all good. Everything’s fine! Now shut up and let me drive!” The sirens whooped and flashed behind them. Kendall stomped on the accelerator, sure they were going to get away. Josey was sure they were going to die. “Hang on!” shouted Kendall as she made a last-second left-hand turn down an alley. “AHHHHH” screamed Josey, as she hung...

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“All In All, A Good Night” by Tricia Shulist

ALL IN ALL, A GOOD NIGHT  Ro and Catey were sitting on Ro’s front porch, an expensive vellum envelope on the table between them. More importantly, though, an empty wine bottle sat between two empty wine glasses. “I’ll get us another. I’m not sure — are we celebrating or commiserating?” Catey snorted. “I’m not sure, either. But either way, we need more wine.” When Ro returned with a lovely bottle of Pino Noir, she filled both of their glasses, perhaps a little fuller than usual, but desperate times ca...

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“Ninety Days, Then It's Yours!” by Tricia Shulist

NINETY DAYS, THEN IT’S YOURS! I could hear the music thumping through the walls of my office. I looked at my watch. Right on time — eleven fifty-four. The contract said the show needed to end before midnight.   “WE’RE DONE! NO ENCORES! GO HOME!” screamed the amplified voice of the lead singer. Then a chorus of boos, and “You suck!” and “We hate you!” You had to love punk bands. It’s like they hated their fans, almost as much as their fans hated them right back. I looked at the monitor, and I c...

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“Heard It Through The Grapevine” by Tricia Shulist

HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE Callie Watson was having coffee with her friend, Jennifer Saunders. Both were high school teachers at the same school, Central High. They had a long-standing meetup for Friday after school to meet at Mr. Bean, the local coffee house. It was a bitch session for both women who found it extremely therapeutic to be able to moan and gripe about their week. Who better than another teacher to know what it was really like in the trenches? Where else can a fourteen year-old call you an f-ing ...

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“If I Can't Have You ...” by Tricia Shulist

IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU … I was so excited. It was perfect!   Let me back up a bit. I refurbish unloved furniture. Usually its hand-me-downs, or inexpensive pieces found on Facebook Marketplace. Sometimes, like today, the pieces are what I like to refer to as orphan pieces — pieces I find on the curb on garbage day, or at the side of the road. Today’s find was just sitting there, beside a dumpster, waiting to come home with me. It was a lovely desk. I didn’t know why someone would throw it out, but they did...

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“Chill, Dude!” by Tricia Shulist

CHILL, DUDE! The last day of classes. Exams are the only things between the students and summer. This is a senior class, so most of the kids have summer jobs, and the majority are headed off to university or college. There are a few who are heading right into the world of work or an apprenticeship, and a few who are coming back in September because they don’t have enough credits to graduate.   This is a physics class. Definitely not an easy class. Most students have struggled with the concepts presented, ...

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“Chip Off The Old Block” by Tricia Shulist

CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK I know I’m different from all the people living in my pod. Maybe even in the enclave, or the entire territory, for all I know. And I have realized it for a few days now. I’m just not sure what to do about it. It started on Monday. Or it could have been going on a bit longer and I just didn’t realize there was a problem.  Who knows? But it was Monday when I first realized there was a problem. With me. Anyway my co-worker Angela and I had worked late on a project, a demand made b...

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“Listen To Me” by Tricia Shulist

LISTEN TO ME The first time it happened, I didn’t pay attention. I’ve learned, since then, that’s not a good idea. I was maybe nine years old, walking home from the bus, thinking about a project that I had to work on for school the next day. I was alone because my stop was the last stop on the route, and Henry Bonners (pronounced Baw-ners, not Boners, like the kids at school called him) and I were the last kids off the bus. Henry’s house was at one end of the street, and mine at the other, and Mrs. Brown, the bus driver,...

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“We Can Rebuild Them, We Have The Technology” by Tricia Shulist

WE CAN REBUILD THEM, WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY “Ya know, Jamie, I’m not sure that this is right the job for you.” Steve looked at Jamie, the love of his life, and waited for her acquiescence. Like she usually did. After all, he was Steve Austin, astronaut, test pilot, secret agent, bionic man. Jamie looked at him, the smile gone from her lips. “I beg your pardon?” she said. Steve shrugged. “I think that maybe I’m the best man for this assignment. No offence, but you’re a woman, and this is pretty dangerous s...

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“I'm Such An Idiom” by Tricia Shulist

I’M SUCH AN IDIOM The meeting had just ended, but Charlie and Jun were still sitting at the conference table, looking like someone had stolen their puppy. In a way, someone had. “Well, this sucks,” said Charles. Jun, who’s first language was not English, understood “suck.” It was a very common and versatile word in the English language. “Yes, Charlie, it truly does.” Charlie looked down at the presentation package that he and Jun had worked all night to perfect. He looked at the last slide frozen on the screen, ...

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“Leaving On A Jet Plane” by Tricia Shulist

LEAVING ON AN JET PLANE “Come on, come on, come on!” I said out loud, pacing back and forth across the porch. My best friend Daja had insisted on driving me to the airport, and she was now very late. I needed to be at the airport two hours before the flight, and the airport was a solid fifty minutes away. We should have been on the road forty minutes ago. Instead I was wearing a path across my front porch with my pacing. I’d called her and reminded her this morning at five-fifteen a.m., and she said everything was s...

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“She Should Have Stayed Lost” by Tricia Shulist

SHE SHOULD HAVE STAYED LOST “Hello, YoYo.” I had my back turned away from the front door, and was facing the shelves behind the front counter, restocking product. I stopped cold. I had not heard that nickname in a long, long time. Not during this century at least. In fact, I hadn’t heard that nickname since the early nineties — a time when I was a completely different person. A time I wanted to forget. I had recognized the voice, as well, and I was even less enthused to face its owner. A person I wanted to for...

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“The Grass Is Always Greener ... ” by Tricia Shulist

THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER … I looked around. This was my chance at freedom. I was tired of the same thing day-in and day-out. The same food, the same activities, the endless time spent going around in circles. Now was my opportunity to switch up my whole life; to explore the outside world. I was ready. I knew that there was more out there, and now the universe had smiled on me, and I was ready to go. I walked out through the door. Someone hadn’t latched it, and I was able to get out and flee my ca...

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