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Bob Faszczewski

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Not on Our GPS

Weekly Contest #373

It started out as a pleasant jaunt along Route 50 East to Maryland’s coastline on the Atlantic Ocean. We headed out in the early afternoon, figuring it would give us plenty of time to bask in the sun of Ocean City and later frolic in the waves–perhaps spotting a few dolphins or whales breaching in the surf.        We stopped in one of the boardwalk eateries for a little pizza and a few adult beverages before continuing our trip. We figured we’d return in the early evening to our bed and break...

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View from the Grave

Weekly Contest #372

         With competing feelings of revenge, anger and pity I looked down every night on the sleeping figure of my friend, Gary, as he tossed and turned in his sleep. You would think that, after working long hours as a caretaker in the disturbing confines of our village’s graveyard, he would have no trouble escaping his dreary existence and entering into a deep and restful peace.       During the night though, every time he moved on his bed, a loud crunching...

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Time Runs Out

Weekly Contest #370

    Annapolis Police Sergeant Jim Jenson and his squad had their hands full in their crowded precinct as they tried to pin down the details of the busiest crime spree the capital had seen in his lifetime.   Their unit had arrested so many suspects that no chairs remained in the bullpen. Smash and grab bandits had knocked over many of the town’s most exclusive jewelry stores so quickly that, between police, suspects and their attorneys and witnesses, not a spare space remained in the middle of the standing-r...

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Clearing Away the Sludge

Weekly Contest #369

 Warning: The following story contains reference to a possible attempted suicide. *****I sit alone in the darkness of the rundown hunting lodge I have restored in the backwoods of Maine. I have come here to put a final end to the sludge that has taken over my psyche and my life.                                    First...

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In a Holding Pattern

Weekly Contest #367

     The line seemed to slither as slowly as a desert rattlesnake stalking its prey as Jackson Tillman impatiently tapped his toe as he anxiously waited to board the 747 that would take him to Chicago and the most important meeting of his career. His fingers itched to open his laptop and begin calculating the commission on what probably would become the largest software sales contract of his life.      Aggressive foreign competition had caused earnings figures for his other colleagues to...

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View from the Grave

Weekly Contest #366

- With competing feelings of revenge, anger and pity I looked down every night on the sleeping figure of my friend, Gary, as he tossed and turned in his sleep. You would think that, after working long hours as a caretaker in the disturbing confines of our village’s graveyard, he would have no trouble escaping his dreary existence and entering into a deep and restful peace. During the night though, every time he moved on his bed, a loud crunching sound echoed through his bedroom. As I looked closer I could see human bones crus...

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Shadowing the Truth

Weekly Contest #365

I carefully entered Pocomoke State Park, ostensibly here to investigate the murder of my Aunt Bernice. Just as carefully, for three years I had hidden the incidents which led me to this quest. Sweat poured over every inch of my body as I began my journey today. My curiosity peaked as I approached the edge of an abandoned well a few feet into the area. Soon a chill like a mid-December storm enveloped me. The sudden burst of Arctic cold had knocked me off my feet, tossing me, like one of the leaves lining the ground, to the e...

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Truth Among the Shadows of My Mind

Weekly Contest #364

It seemed like some bizarre magical power had broken into my dreams, taken over my mind and led me from my student apartment on the campus of Salisbury University into a fog-covered woody area deep in Pokomoke State Forest. Unfamiliar music had interrupted my dreams and led me as if in a trance to follow twists and turns along a route that I hadn’t traveled for many years. Yet, the atmosphere surrounding the area had caused something to work its way back into my consciousness. A chill like mid-December overtook me soon after the melo...

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Blowin' in the Ether

Weekly Contest #363

Blowin’ in the Ether I laid on the Assateague Island beach drenched in the warmth of the sun’s rays as my mind wandered to far-off places. I soon fell asleep, and my dreams transported me thousands of miles away to East Maui's Waianapanapa State Park in the Hawaiian Islands. Back to the wonderful vacations my family had taken there during my teens. Suddenly, a powerful wind blew sand across my face, carrying with it a crumpled piece of paper. My curiosity peaked, I opened it to a strange and unexpected message, “A matter of imp...

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Bringing Back the Glow

Weekly Contest #361

For hundreds of years residents of the Northern Hemisphere had romped throughout the summer wearing as little attire as possible in their local lakes and the world’s oceans. In 2929, though, the sun left the planet midway through the season and disappeared behind the haunting and oversized shadow of the Earth’s moon. Solar eclipses had happened frequently, often more than once a year, several times during our home base’s long history. This time though, earthlings had the sickening feeling the cyclical change was turning into a p...

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Bringing Back the Glow

Weekly Contest #360

For hundreds of years residents of the Northern Hemisphere had romped throughout the summer wearing as little attire as possible in their local lakes and the world’s oceans. In 2929, though, the sun left the planet midway through the season and disappeared behind the haunting and oversized shadow of the Earth’s moon. Solar eclipses had happened frequently, often more than once a year, several times during our home base’s long history. This time though, earthlings had the sickening feeling the cyclical change was turning into a p...

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Barn Burner

Weekly Contest #359

Barn Burner The abandoned mansion had marked the gateway to Sharpsburg, Maryland since around 1825. The well-maintained Colonial style home had served as a silent witness to many events, especially the multitude of Civil War battles fought on the 12 acres that surrounded the majestic structure. It seemed like the perfect setting for the spring fundraiser for Habitat for Humanity’s Frederick ReStore. Event Chair Melanie Granger wanted to make sure that the wealthy landowners and merchants from the nearby towns and villages had th...

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Finally Making the Score

Weekly Contest #356

Finally Making the Score Wanted high school football coach to lead championship-caliber team. Jim Pierce, fresh out of rehab from the opiate addiction that nearly ended his life, had sworn he would never again return to the small town. But the ad, that jumped out at the former high school football star from the pages of The Bonn Bugle, presented a challenge he felt he could not ignore. He slammed the door of the fleabag motel where he had spent the last six months of his recovery and decided to return to the scene of some of the ...

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Barn Burner

Weekly Contest #355

The abandoned mansion had marked the gateway to Sharpsburg, Md. since around 1825. The well-maintained, authentic Colonial style home had served as a silent witness to many events, especially the multitude of Civil War battles fought on the 12 acres that surrounded the majestic structure.It seemed like the perfect setting for the spring fundraiser for Habitat for Humanity’s Frederick ReStore. Event Chair Melanie Granger figured that once the wealthy landowners and merchants from the nearby towns and villages had their fill of the fine wine d...

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Finally Making the Score

Weekly Contest #354

Wanted high school football coach to lead championship-caliber team. Jim Pierce, fresh out of rehab from the opiate addiction that nearly ended his life, had sworn he would never again return to the small town. But the ad, that jumped out at the former high school football star from the pages of The Bonn Bugle, presented a challenge he felt he could not ignore. He slammed the door of the fleabag motel where he had spent the last six months of his recovery and decided to return to the scene of some of the best and worst days of his life...

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