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Pete Gautchier

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An Angel Heard on High

Submitted to Contest #337

Prompt: Set your story on a remote island, a distant planet, or somewhere faraway and forgotten. An Angel Heard on High Once upon a cloud where time doesn’t matter, there is a heavenly place faraway where I live or perhaps more accurately exist. I float among the billowy clouds without concern for the rise or the setting of the sun. I move among them because I have been gifted with wings. I am an angel. My name is Angelo. I am akin to Michael, Gabriel and the other angels who praise the Lord Almighty saying: “They were calling out to each o...

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Open or Closed?

Submitted to Contest #336

Prompt: Write a story in dialogue (e.g. an argument or conversation in discord). Contains dark humor. Open or closed? “Momma, open or closed casket? The funeral director needs to know so final preparations can be made.” “Jimmy, your grandpa never was concerned about his looks. He was a man who lived a simple, stingy life. Growing up I never had much. He and my mother scrimped and saved until it hurt. I never got much from either one of them. Now I have to spend a fortune on him after he is dead!” “Momma just answer my question: open or clo...

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Out of Touch with My Reality

Submitted to Contest #335

Prompt: write a story that includes the question “Who are you?” or, “Are you real?” It also includes Prompts about a story that ends without answers or certainty, a message that could change the changes their life forever and something that doesn’t go to plan. Out of Touch with My Reality The weather outside was cold and wretched reflecting how I had been feeling these days. I could find no sense of joy over the last several weeks from any kind of work or social indulgence. For that matter, my life has been full of inconsistencies and poor ...

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Listen to What the Animals are Saying

Submitted to Contest #334

Prompt 1: Write a story from the perspective of a non-human or fairy tale character sharing their side of the story. Prompt 2: Write a story that includes the phrase “once upon a time…”, “in a land far, far away…”, or happily ever after…” Listen to What the Animals are Saying Once upon a time in a land far, far away. …oh golly, it is so hard to write this. It’s not because I don’t believe in my story, but it really is difficult to write it. If I had fingers or even toes, I could do this, but I was given hooves at birth. It would be like a hu...

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Empty Plate, Full Stomach

Submitted to Contest #333

Prompt 1: Write a story that includes a recipe, grocery list, or restaurant review. Prompt 2: Start or end your story with an empty plate, empty glass, or something burning. Empty Plate, Full Stomach Since Daddy died two years ago, Momma and I got by on what we had. She would always remind me that our lives wouldn’t be easy. She would quote Jesus saying “… I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothin...

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Icy Splash

Submitted to Contest #332

Prompt: Set a story before, during or after a storm.An Icy Splash “Brrr! It’s really cold outside,” I mumbled as I peered out the frosted windows of my apartment overlooking Lake Michigan. I could see the motionless waves of the water frozen in time by the nippy Jack Frost northerly winds. Today would be a special day because it represented the culmination of my efforts at fund raising for the Children’s hospital in Chicago. Throughout the weeks leading up to this renown event I had labored, schmoozed and cajoled others for donations to the ...

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Anguish by the Edges of the Sea

Submitted to Contest #324

CW: Mental health, trauma, suicide, substance abuse The crisp wind moved across my face as I took in the vision of the undulating seas on this most idyllic day of days. The sun glimmered across its surface casting a golden aura on the horizon. At any vantage point the view was impeccable across the rugged and treeless cliffs of Runswick Bay. I stopped walking as the image of the cliffs stirred memories within me. The quaint village of Staithes, North Yorkshire has been my home for my entire life. I am like those cliffs outlining the seaside ...

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Interruptus Americanus

Submitted to Contest #323

Prompt: Someone’s most sacred ritual is interrupted. What happens next? Interruptus Americanus Sixty miles north of London is the renowned city of Cambridge, famous for its university and for the Cambridge Folk Festival offering amazing music, lively dancing, and local crafts. I thoroughly enjoy my time there celebrating the blending of English diverse heritage when the opportunity lends itself. The melding of traditional and contemporary practices enthralls me as an old-fashioned Briton commoner. I guess I am more of a traditionalist th...

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Achieving Great Heights

Submitted to Contest #322

Prompt: Write a story inspired by the phrase, “A person’s worth is no greater than one’s ambitions.” (M. Aurelius) Achieving Great Heights I loved climbing trees when I was the ripe old age of six.My mom was aghast by the heights I would ascend especially when the limbs seemed flimsy at best. Nonetheless, I continued my ascent into the skies through various trees. My dad, on the other hand, saw an opportunity to use my skills to his advantage. He said to my mom climbing was in my blood. Privately, he detested getting any higher than grou...

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Tiny, But Effective-An Alarm System with a Tail

Submitted to Contest #320

Prompt: Write a story from the POV of someone or (something) living in a forest. Prompt: Center your story around a mysterious forest fire, disappearance, or other strange event. Tiny, But Effective-An Alarm System with a Tail I am a mindful creature living among the tall leafy trees, rustic pines, and thick underbrush. I love scurrying about renovating my drey inside the most majestic oak tree within the entire forest. My family, however, by their squawks and barks has expressed that I am acting a little too squirrely for them. But honestl...

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My Dad, the Wedding Planner

Submitted to Contest #318

Prompt: Start or end your story with a character preparing for someone else’s big moment.My Dad, the Wedding Planner I arose at the crack of dawn. I scampered out of my bed knowing that the day would be spectacular and full of wonderment. Adrenaline was pulsing through my arteries. Today would be the climax of my preparations for this glorious day. I would make my daughter’s wedding dreams come true. Stella’s hand had been betrothed to a fellow I had long since considered to be like a son. It was especially easy to get close to Stanley s...

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More Than Lemonade

Submitted to Contest #314

Prompt: Begin your story with “It was the hottest day of the year…” More than Lemonade It was the hottest day of the year. No one in their right mind had ventured outside. It was so oppressively hot and humid even the distant snow capped mountain tops were crying out as their snow melted away. My hearty lavender plants were becoming instant sachet packets. Still I had to get out. I had been cooped up inside wallowing in my sadness for weeks now. Time for a walk around the neighborhood. Even with the oppressive heat I would not part ...

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Whispering Sweet Nothings

Submitted to Contest #312

Prompt: Write a story that includes the line “Are you real?” or “Who are you?” Whispering Sweet Nothings “Can you hear me, Fred?” asked the technician in a whisper. I acknowledged him with a Cheshire cat grin. I could finally hear words again. He proceeded to splatter me with dozens of words that were phonetically similar. Once I successfully recited the words, he nodded an approval along with a similar cat-like smile. Since I turned fifty-five, I began losing my hearing at an alarming rate. My wife had pestered me to the brink of my sanity ...

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Too much Smelling Good? Feeling Good? (Trop de bonnes odeurs? Se sentir Bien?)

Submitted to Contest #310

Prompt: Write about someone who makes a deal for viral fame-but their rising popularity comes with unexpected (or dangerous) side effects. Too Much Smelling Good? Feeling Good? (Trop de bonnes odeurs? Se Sentir Bien?) Most likely you have heard of great musicians or painters that have their hands insured for millions of dollars to protect their artistic genius and livelihood. How I wish it was the same for me in the fragrance industry I chose as my career. That type of insurance would catapult me to an amazing level of recognition. But ...

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"Free at Last"

Submitted to Contest #309

Prompt: Center your story around a character who yearns for someone or something they’ve lost-or never had. “Free at Last” The sky was blacker than I had ever seen it. The clouds cast ominous shapes as I glanced above the palm tree forest. But that was above me. I had to concentrate on my steps as I trudged my way through ankle deep mud which held me like quicksand. Slithery, venomous snakes and ill-tempered lizards riveted their eyes on my movements. I was terrified. But it was the day ahead that made me quiver on this journey into t...

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