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Bob Fogle

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A Walk in The Park

Weekly Contest #79

Robert W. Fogle approx. words: 1,566 115 Hemlock Hill Road Boone, North Carolina (828) 264-5714 (H-first call) (828) 268-2389 (cell) b.fogle@yahoo.com A WALK IN THE PARK *Based on the prompt: Your main character is approached by their long-estranged parent who wants to reconnect. How do they react? By Bob Fogle He walked out, I was told stumbled out on a cold rainy evening, thirty-three years ago, as I lay face down on the dining room floor unconscious. Oh, and I was six years old. ...

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THE GHOST WHO COULDN’T BE SEEN ON HALLOWEEN

Weekly Contest #65

THE GHOST WHO COULDN’T BE SEEN ON HALLOWEEN By B. FOGLE ROBERT W FOGLE My pragmatic brain is struggling to convince my body I’m dead, I’ve croaked, bit the dust, kicked the bucket, cashed in my chips. However, I might be in a coma! But it looks dead doesn’t it? You know what, I’m just grabbing at straws. Look at my body wrapped around that tree trunk; you can’t get deader than that. Oh well, I reckon I always knew life was just a path to death. Had a look at my body after the accident, nobody could have survived something like that. Tod...

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ONE EARLY FALL AFTERNOON

Weekly Contest #45

ONE EARLY FALL AFTERNOON (A story about one fateful afternoon and a plea for racial understanding) Author Bob Fogle On an early fall Sunday afternoon; forty-two years ago, I learned at a very dramatic event that race should not define community. Most of us adhere to a class system, determined by, for example, our social prominence; or wealth, and yes, skin color which determines our individual community placement. Who makes these placements? People do; the same people whose ancestors got themselves evicted from the Garden of Eden. Gene...

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Born Into The Mob

Robert Fogle 1995 words 115 Hemlock Hill Rd. Boone, North Carolina 28607 (828) 264-5714 BORN INTO THE MOB (A short story about someone tending to their garden.) Author Bob Fogle For nineteen-years now, I’ve not told a soul I am the son of Dominick Graza, the narcissistic vicious mob boss who once controlled a fair sized chunk of Chicago’s organized crime. I walked out of that life in search of a new one when I was twenty-four years old. A made Mafia member in my old...

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Trail of Tears

Weekly Contest #30

Robert Fogle 1987 words 115 Hemlock Hill Rd. Boone, North Carolina 28607 (828) 264-5714 TRAIL OF TEARS (A story in which someone finds a secret passageway.) Author Bob Fogle Shining the light around, I stood in a narrow underground passageway extending north and south into large rooms. The walls had no treatment, just hard packed dirt with large rocks partially exposed here and there. My wife Carolyn and I have explored many of these North Carolina mountain back road...

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THE DAY MR.CRUMBLEY QUIT DRINKING

Weekly Contest #29

Bellowing every profane, offensive, blasphemous, and malicious word he ever learned, an old man unleashed an outburst heard for two blocks around our generally peaceful neighborhood. I’m Gerald Crumbley, unfortunately for me that was my old man. I learned of this verbal eruption from my best friend Rodney, who lived just three houses away. He’s my best friend living just three houses away. Walking in the door after school, he heard his folks talking about an outburst of foul language earlier, and trying to decide if it had been George’s voi...

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PRODOGY

Weekly Contest #26

THE PRODIGY Bob Fogle We were both five years old and sitting on lawn chairs one warm summer day in Terry’s back yard talking. Truth is I’m talking, Terry, however, diddled around on his notebook. I told him once, “Ter, if I ever find your notebook and you’re not with it I’ll have your mom report you missing.” Well, while I was laughing at what I considered a clever joke, Terry continued to write. I had better explain about Terry and me or this will be one strange read. First, my name is Clinton (Clint) Mossberg and Terry’s last name is, ...

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