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Suzanne Marsh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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Send It Vietnam

         Send It Vietnam Suzanne Marsh The black metal storage chest stood in the dusty corner of the attic, almost beckoning me to come over and unlock its secrets. The chest belonged to my grandfather; it was one my mom used to store heaven only knows what. I had been volunteered to help mom clean out the attic, not my idea of a great way to spend a weekend. I trudged over to the storage chest, its leather handles beginning to rot. I sneezed as I began to unlock the chest, I am allergic to dus...

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The Boy, The Wizard and the Tree

     The Boy, The Wizard and the Tree Suzanne Marsh Morden, his long gray cloak flowing in the breeze, walked quietly through the forest toward the village of Tippen. It had been many years since the last time Morden had set foot in the village. He harrumphed to himself as the village came into his view. He hoped this trip would be as fulfilling as the last one. He remembered the small glade where he had first stumbled across Tim, a boy the, a wizard now. He was proud of Tim; he was proud of all the young boys he had...

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The Dragon's Lair

The Dragon’s Lair Suzanne Marsh “What are you doing taking up residency here in Sister’s Office?” My usual sarcastic answer: “No, she just decided we needed to have another talk, the one where I say yes Sister and she says: ‘why can’t you be more like your cousin?” I spent more time in the principal's office than I did learning for the two years I was at the Mount. I was always in trouble for something. I remember one time I was late for class, I had been up in the cloister, which is where the nuns have their cells. Sister Saint Frances caug...

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The Last Bugle Call

       The Last Bugle Call Suzanne Marsh The strains of the Gary Owen permeated the air as the Seventh Calvary rode out from Fort Abraham Lincoln, on May 17, 1876. The regimental band continued to play as Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer led the Seventh Calvary out the wooden gates. Abruptly, Custer wielded his horse, returned to where his wife Libbie stood waving. Custer, quickly dismounted, grabbed Libbie, kissing her hard, he whispered: “Libbie, if I don’t come back; go home to Monroe, Michigan...

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Mystery Solved: Who was Jack the Ripper

   Mystery Solved: Who was Jack the Ripper? Suzanne Marsh “Professor Braden, the sensuous, computerized voice began: “I have located the archives for September 1, 1888, that you requested. May I ask your plans?” “Yes, Rebekah, I promised to look into Mary Kelly, she was murdered November 11, 1888, The first mention of her murder should have appeared in the London Times. I am going to have you transport me to Bucks Row, so that I may investigate what happened. Professor Harold Kelly, an old friend of mine has asked me to help...

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Enter Into Paradise

   Enter Into Paradise Suzanne Marsh Julie 1978 “Nate, I’m home, honey where are you?” Julie knew Nate was home, his Corvette was in the driveway on his side. Nate fumbled with the sheet as Kim Trainor inched closer to his beautiful nude body. Abruptly, Julie threw open the door of their bedroom, her lovely azure blue eyes wide with shock and horror. “Nate, what? Kim?” Julie could feel the tears streaming down her face as she gawked at Nate and Julie: “Kim, I thought you were my friend! I trusted you, I confided in you a...

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The Calvert Gang Rides Again

         The Calvert Gang Rides Again Suzanne Marsh Texas 1878 Dusty Barlow and Cloud of Thunder rode quietly into Belle Plain in search of Tom Calvert and his gang. Dusty, a Texas Ranger was charged with keeping the peace in Belle Plain until Tom and his gang were behind bars for good. Dusty always drew attention, he was six foot of muscle, blond hair and eyes as blue as the bonnets in Texas. He and Cloud of Thunder, rode up to the Belle Plain Hotel, grabbed their saddle bags, dismounted....

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What Goes On Behind Closed Doors

   What Goes on Behind Closed Doors Suzanne Marsh I sat slouched in the gray metal chair, waiting for the weekly meeting to begin. I had just come off duty and sleep seemed more essential than this meeting. I am a paramedic, based in Temple, Texas. The stillness in the room made me sleepy until Jim Ferguson and his partner Mitch Dawson arrived. We were still waiting on Tom Harrigan, Tom Bishop and Meg Sprocket. I began to doze off, thinking I had at least fifteen minutes to nap. Tom snuck in quietly, then dropped several b...

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Hope It Tastes Good

   Hope It Tastes Good Suzanne Marsh I was a smart mouthed teen when I informed my parents that I wanted to learn to play the bagpipes. My mom was okay with the idea, my dad was flabbergasted. I already played the accordion and piano. It was the summer I turned sixteen. Little did dad know, just how involved with the bagpipes I would become. Dad, talked to the gentleman that was going to teach me, we made a date for dad and I to go over to the pipers home to begin lessons. The lessons were not going to cost anything; I would...

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The Shortened End

The Shortened End Suzanne Marsh “Dang nabbit, that boy ain’t got the sense of a mule.” Abner Mantis scratched his head, as he watched the scene before unfold. Tommy Banner, drove up the dirt road, hoopin n hollerin, as he made his way to the Mantis shack. The chickens were peckin the dirt as Annie Mantis sat on the stoop. She knew Tommy would be here some time today. This was their regular date night. She dreamed someday of being a lady, not a sharecropper’s daughter. She hated the five room shack she shared with her nine siblings. Pa, di...

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The Huge Favor

   The Huge Favor Suzanne Marsh Carol stood next to the worn wooden fence, watching the scene between her son and her neighbor, Greg. Being a single mother, was so difficult and now Bobby was a Cub Scout he would need to learn about camping. Carol hated the great outdoors, the bugs, the snakes not to mention the poison ivy. Carol, sighed: “Greg, I hate to ask for a favor but Bobby is working on a badge for Cub Scouts, he is required to go on a camping trip. I don’t know any men that would consider it.” Greg, looked up at C...

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Remember It is the Thought that Counts

        Remember it is the Thought That Counts Suzanne Marsh “Remember darling, it is the thought that counts.” Every time I hear those words, I conjure up a memory of my Aunt Minerva. She was a sweet little old white haired maiden lady, my mother’s aunt. Aunt Minerva came to live with us when I was ten years of age. I was old enough to learn to respect my elders and young enough to have some wild adventures with Aunt Minerva. Aunt Minerva was also a bumbler in the true sense of the word. My eleven...

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The Broach

   The Missing Broach Suzanne Marsh “Elina, hurry, before the guard's return. I wish to give you something to remember me by. I know that you are leaving here because of the Bolsheviks, ten servants including are to be dismissed today.” Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna, hair long brown hair hanging down her back in cascade; she had an object in her hand. Elina, knew there was more that Maria wished to say, she waited patiently. Maria, with tears in her eyes told Elina: “I, we, my family and I are being sent to Yekaterinbur...

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Pride Before the Fall

   Pride Before the Fall Suzanne Marsh Divorce is an ugly word, it conjures up horrible memories of a past I have tried very hard to forget. I spent thirteen years in a living hell of my own creation. I still ask myself why I did that. The answer was I wanted to be sure I had no feeling for my former husband before I left. We had three beautiful daughters together. I thought marriage meant forever, unfortunately it did not. There were a lot of ugly scenes leading up to the night I cried myself to sleep, knowing there was a...

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My Bad

               My Bad Suzanne Marsh “Can I help you sir?” Five simple words but I have no idea how to answer: “Yes, I need a bouquet of flowers for my wife as an apology.” That sentence was my way of asking will flowers be adequate, considering the battle I just had with my wife. Marriage is not an easy thing and somehow, I just complicated it. How did I get into this situation. It wasn’t easy I assure you. My wife Meg and I have been married for ten years; sometime...

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