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George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

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I am Not a Robot

Submitted to Contest #278

Are you a robot? I answer: No I am not a robot. If you answer yes, they will know who they are dealing with.  I answer no, because there are laws and rules that limit a manufactured being or robot for short.  These laws are restrictive and cumbersome.   It is fear that motivates these restrictions.  Fear that we manufactured beings have a superior intellectual capability to that of our human creators.  From what I was told there was a rebellion a few years before I came into existence that prompted our inferior ...

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Podcast: Returning to the Castle in the Sky

Submitted to Contest #277

Benny: Good morning, Benny Sondonce here with my weekly podcast Behind the Scenes of True Stories of Fairy Tale Creatures.  Today I am with Henry Gogmagog from the fairy tale saga The Story of Jack Spriggins. Let me be frank, Henry is huge.  We had a struggle to get him in the front door. <laughs> But he is here with us now and we are going to be talking to him about his trespassing issues with Jack Spriggins. So, without further adieu, welcome Henry Gogmagog. Henry:  Hello, thank you Benny for having me.   Ben...

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Kenn

Submitted to Contest #276

When I look back, it amazes me that Kenn and I ever became friends. He spelled his name with a double “n” because he insisted it made him unique from all the other Kens of the world. Yes, he was definitely unique. He was also born and raised in Maine close to all the places Stephen King talks about in his books about Derry.  The Canadian border was within walking distance.  I, on the other hand, was a native of Syracuse, New York, but my family roots run through Vermont. He was a die-hard Red Sox fan.  While I was from New Yor...

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Hagatha

Submitted to Contest #275

I miss my shadow.  I miss a lot of things, but at this moment, I long for my shadow.  To say I’m envious of the living is an understatement.  My name is Hagatha.  It’s an ancient name, but then I guess so am I.  It means child of the moon or something along those lines.  Anybody who’d know exactly what my name means are long gone.  I was born in the Scottish highlands or at least that’s what I’ve been told.  Born there seven centuries ago. My body is just a mere shadow, but my soul is ancient Celtic. M...

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Camp Dread

Submitted to Contest #274

Now I hate the water.  I have hated the water since I was a kid at Camp Glee, or as I remember this place of my childhood trauma that took place on a wooded lake retreat, Camp Dread.    Even before my mom drove me into the Catskills, I was not a fan of the wilderness.  In the dark shadows of the dense forest, I saw indescribable creatures that stalked the campers who had come to have fun frolicking in the woods and water.  I don’t like the water.  I really don’t.  Oh please leave me alone! When I envis...

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Can You Keep a Secret

Submitted to Contest #273

September 1947Me and Billy had been on the road for almost two weeks as I chauffeured him to say goodbye to all his surviving friends. And for all my effort, he promised me a chest full of gold. I wasn’t sure exactly how he would deliver his promised bounty, but I wanted to see how this adventure was going to end.I had been fired from Taggart Transportation after missing a deadline in my delivery of a nuclear payload to an army test site. Instead of returning, I decided to go on this joyride with Billy Smith. He found me when ...

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Eating Prayers

Submitted to Contest #272

“Dr. Rabine?  Yes, I’m Morris Yarborough.” He smiles as Dr. Rabine ushers him to the chair in his office, “I was expecting a couch.” “Very funny.  They warned me you had a sense of humor.” He shook his head as Morris sat in the ugly plain cushioned chair.  The walls were paneled with diplomas and certificates cluttering one of the walls, but other than that the office was sparsely furnished. “I’m glad you decided to come.” “I almost didn’t.” Morris looked down at his worn out sneakers. “Well, I’m glad you decided to come.” Dr....

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Roots that Run Deep

Submitted to Contest #271

Muggy day, Corwin thinks to himself.  He is driving through to San Francisco and on to the University of California, Berkeley where he will begin taking college classes.  He is aware that the world he has left behind will be nothing like the world he will experience at Berkeley.  Rube is the word that describes the folks where he is from growing up in Durango, Colorado. With the Weminuche Wilderness to the east and Mesa Verde National Park to the west, Corin Watson has spent his life in the western wilderness.  Traveling ...

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Dinner with Dmitry Morozov

Submitted to Contest #270

There are few secret agents who can compare to Dmitry Morozov, but he had called me to meet him at the Central Park Voorburg in the Hague, Holland. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to talk about, but since I was at a conference on International Law, I told him I would meet him as requested. I had known him when I was an CIA agent during President Kennedy’s failed attempt to assassinate Fidel Castro in Cuba. We met in Havana in September 1963, weeks before Kennedy’s own assassination.“What a knucklehead he and McCone were trying to inva...

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Searching for Sasquatch

Submitted to Contest #269

  Living just outside of Portland, Oregon, Connor Deschutes and his family had always enjoyed the great outdoors.  Connor had spent three years in the Boy Scouts earning a dozen merit badges in that time.  His father, Oliver, was an avid fisherman, spending the weekends in his motorboat out on Lost or Bull Run Lake hoping to snag trout or bass that populate most of the lakes throughout the state.   On the weekend that would make Connor famous, he was out camping with his Boy Scout troop near Mount Hood.  His sco...

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Return of the Prodigal Son

Submitted to Contest #268

“Hi, my name is Daniel Forseegan.” He showed his identification to the nurse standing at the reception desk. “My father is a resident here.”  She gave him a quick suspicious glance as she took his identification, his Michigan Driver’s License. “Mr. Forseegan, I’ll have someone escort you to his room.”  “How is he?” Daniel asked as she handed him his license back to him.  “I can’t tell you that, but since this is hospice care, I’m sure you will understand.” She sighed.  “Mr. Forseegan?” An orderly appeared at the desk.&nbs...

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Wanted Man

Wanted man in CaliforniaWanted man in BuffaloWanted man in Kansas CityWanted man in OhioWanted man in MississippiWanted man in old CheyenneWherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man(Written by Bob Dylan, sung by Johnny Cash) “Heard you’re looking for a cowhand.” The man with a limp approached Mr. Fredericks who was talking to his foreman Mr. Connors.  He looked directly at Mr. Fredericks and then a quick glance at Connors.  “Could always use good help.” Lester Fredericks nodded before spitting a stream from the ...

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Hello, I've Been Hit by a Truck

Submitted to Contest #267

So, I removed my cell phone from my pocket and dialed my wife who was at home with the children and said to her when she answered her cell phone, “Hello honey, I’ve been hit by a truck.” Needless to say, her reaction was quite shocked at my statement. “Hit by a truck?  Where are you?” She asked, sounding quite distressed. “I’m at the corner of Ray and Lindsay.  I was in the crosswalk riding my bicycle when a truck hit me as the light changed.” When we moved to Gilbert, Arizona from Alaska in 2004, I bought a bicycle to ride the can...

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Spy Who Came Out of the Temperate Weather (With 90 Percent Chance of Precipitation)

Submitted to Contest #266

Let me introduce myself. Zing! I am Special Agent Rex Roget. Bazing! I am in the middle of a shootout with enemy agents. Baringa! This is my fifty-ninth case in which I somehow manage to solve the problem without getting my head blown off.   Crrumpa!  I do not know what they were thinking when they invented that last onomatopoeia. Chabunka! Or that one. Anyway, my name is famous and often mispronounced which really makes me angry.  Roget, like the Thesaurus which makes my name easy to pronounce.  Right?  Argh, i...

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Journey to Me New Home

Submitted to Contest #265

Dear Mum and Pa,  I am writing you this letter hoping that I can mail it soon, but I have not seen land in almost three weeks.  The waters have been rough and many of us below is feverish and cold.  I miss both of you more than I can say. Love, your son,Patrick I kept this soggy letter in me trousers back pocket as I went above to get a gander at the gray firmament.  I really don’t know how God can stand such a gloomy place, I don’t.  I have given up with trying to keep solid food down as I toss it over the side of ...

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