WILLIAM DeGEEST

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Category: Short Stories (Page 1 of 2)

The Great Possum Fire Of Aught Three

Let me just start off by sayin’ that havin’ told this story a time or two already, I expect you havin’ a question or three and maybe doubtin’ the whole scenario. Well, let me alleviate those concerns and assure you this is not a tale of fiction. And if by the end you still want to challenge the veracity of my tellin’ we can have that conversation afterword. And depending on your tone that may or may not involve the rearranging of your nose and or teeth.

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And There Shall Come A Warrior

The High Lord was the only ruler the population of Dalelin had ever known. While no one knew his true origin, rumors were abundant as to how he rose to power and conquered other lands with the sole purpose of discovering their dark arts of mysticism and magic to extend his life through the centuries. Whispers of powers granted by the ancient gods, dark gods that frightened children at bedtime and haunted the arcane corners of the adult mind. His life had gone on for so long he himself could no longer recall the details of those long ago conquest. He would be hard pressed to even remember his real name and everyone else only knew him as the High Lord. In his mind his hundreds of years of rule had only been as brutal and cruel as it needed to be to maintain order. Speaking to each other in hushed tones in the dark, his citizens would disagree.

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Savotano Elobas

Elbert Osprey stood in front of the large oak door, not wanting to go in. He put his left hand on the grey stone wall next to the door and leaned. How much regret would he feel later when just standing here filled his body with pain? Just a boy, he thought, how can such a burden be placed on just a boy? But the consequences of not opening the door were far heavier. Why had it come to this?

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The Visitor at the Door

Adam sat at the kitchen table. His elbow firmly planted on its surface, hand of the same arm holding up his head. A sigh escaped his mouth as he slowly blinked.

“I’m so bored.” He drew out the so.

“Nothing ever happens around here,” the twelve year old said to the empty room.

Minutes ticked away.

Three loud knocks came from the door.

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The Deviled Eggs

I was inspired early in the morning to write two different stories based on this title. The other can be found here.

 

The Deviled Eggs

By

William DeGeest

Title by Ashely Schaaf Botha

 

Jacob Ledbetter was a simple man who lived a simple life on his simple little farm place. He did, however, have a not so simple problem. Deviled eggs.

Not the popular appetizer made with hard-boiled eggs, but what could only be described as possessed chicken eggs. Little ovoid shapes with two obscene feet sticking out through the bottom, wreaking havoc on Jacob’s meager few acres. They chased the cats, head-butted the dog and mocked the milk cow. Little chittering noises came from inside the shells, often sounding like demonic giggles. The chickens who laid these abominations were in a constant state of confusion.

Many theories were bandied about by the locals.

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Never Lost But Found

I am proud to say this story has been published online in the September issue of SPANK the CARP! If you like what Ken is doing there, help support his work and send a few bucks his way.

Never Lost But Found

by

William DeGeest

Samantha knelt in front of the stack of cardboard boxes that had taken up residence in her favorite part of the house, the attic. To most adults it was just a typical unfinished space found in many similar houses in many similar developments across the country. But to most children, it was the hull of a pirate ship and a frontier fort and a great hall of a castle and, why not, the cabin of a spaceship. And dozens of more things that had yet to be thought of by the blonde haired seven year old.

Read the rest at SPANK the CARP!

 

Purge

The lobby was polished and luminous, still having the shine from the brand new construction.  It wasn’t the biggest in the city and maybe not even the fanciest, but it was definitely a high dollar place.  Karen’s discomfort with the building was reflected in her every move.  She felt as out of place as a bird at the bottom of the sea.

At the elevators she stopped and looked back to the outer glass of the lobby.  The lights of the nighttime city went a little in and out of focus as she said aloud, “I shouldn’t be here.”

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Kindle Stories For $0.99!

The Return of “Autumn” James Gibbons, a horror western set in the Dakota Territories and The Devil, the Cairn and the Possum, three stories previously available on my blog.

Now $0.99 to all Kindle readers! You don’t need a Kindle to read them, just the Kindle app on your favorite device. If you read and like the stories, please leave a review, it would be greatly appreciated!  Thanks, everybody. Your support for me has been fantastic.

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The Return of “Autumn” James Gibbons         The Devil, The Cairn and the Possum

Deviled Eggs

I was inspired early in the morning to write two different stories based on this title. The other can be found here.

 

 

Deviled Eggs

By

William DeGeest

Title by Ashely Schaaf Botha

 

The potluck at the VFW was already filling up by the time Ann arrived. Kids were chasing each other outside and a few adults were clustered in small groups, chatting away. Ann grabbed a big covered plastic tub out of the back seat of her car as Mac came over to help.

“These your deviled eggs, Annie?” he said.

“You bet, Mac. Go ahead and grab some of that Tupperware and take it inside.” Ann hadn’t owned an actual piece of Tupperware in years, but every plastic container was called that by most people in these parts.

Mac helped carry in the eggs and as a reward was given an advance egg that he could not resist.

“Best deviled eggs around, as usual.” Mac smiled as he finished chewing up his treat.

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Life of a Dead Man

Life of a Dead Man

By

William DeGeest

Suggested by Greg Beaner

 

 

Ghosts do not spend much time contemplating the living. They don’t spend much time contemplating much at all. They exist in their in-between state, attached to someplace or something, not even knowing what they are clinging to.

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