Online Short Stories
By Jerry Godolphing
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Free Short Story EBooks and Audiobooks by Jerry Godolphing
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The Source | Listen http://www.pagenotfound.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/TheSource.mp3 Download this short story for free as a PDF Subscribe to Jerry Godolphing's Short Story Podcast Alfred Appledorn sat in his studio in a average home in Bismarck North Dakota. Surrounded by pyramids of books which looked as if they would collapse onto him at any moment. Years of smoke damage tainted the drywall near the window where he often smoked. His looks fit his occupation perfectly. And it is hard to tell whether this was intentional or merely the way that nature just makes people. Long white locks of his beard were stained with tobacco smoke, and his eyebrows were in desperate need of a trimming. He was a mix of Santa Klaus, A homeless guy, and a college professor. Alfred was a professional conspiracy theorist. Writing books about Alien abductions and reinterpretations of ancient writings found on the walls of various ancient indigenous cultures. Amongst the books surrounding him were old high school text books about Physics to the History of the Mayan People. In the corner was an especially dusty pile of his "contemporaries". They all sat, perfectly rigid as the day he got them for free at a conference. He couldn't stand to read anything from any of his peers as they shed light on the fact of just how full of s**t he was. With a final puff on his pipe Alfred removed his glasses and placed them on the small thrift store table beside his chair. His eyes were tired from hours of reading and his old age wasn't helping with his stamina. He gazed to the far corner where his entire series of books could be seen in a nice bookshelf that his daughter had purchased him for Christmas almost a decade ago. "What a nice girl I ended up getting" Alfred thought to himself. "Even though she is one of the only people who knows that I really don't believe half of the s**t I write, she still loves me. Why is that? How can someone love somebody who is obviously in the game of deceit unconditionally?". Alfred's revery was broken by the sound of a text message vibrating his mobile phone which lie next to a book about "Art and Physics". As he opened the message he noticed the number was unknown. It simply read. "I'm out. Come to Kum and Go by the Federal Building in 30 minutes. Do not write me back. The serpent is returning soon. More info later. | 9/15/11 | Free | View In iTunes |
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Rights | Listen http://www.pagenotfound.info/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/rights.mp3 Download as Short Story Ebook Brett clenched two wooden poles which supported a large banner. The sound of the subway hummed as he felt the eyes of everyone else on the train. They knew that today there was a large protest scheduled for 911 Truth, and that Brett was one of those "crazy conspiracy theorists." Making things even more uncomfortable: today was the ten year anniversary of the event and occupying the subway were also people holding candles and photos they were going to place at ground zero. The doors opened and two large black police officers entered the subway. Brett's hands stiffened around the wooden pole. "Are they looking at me" Brett thought to himself. "yes, yes they are definitely looking at me". Brett peered up from his seat and met eyes with one of the officers. Sergeant Reynolds, Badge number 3232. Brett's hand could make out the outline of the pipe inside his pocket. He had been told previously by event organizers never to bring drugs to a demonstration, and he had been stupid, and done it anyway. The subway slowed, and the doors opened again, this time a squirrelly looking security guard with a German Shepherd came into the car. "For f***s sake" Brett thought. The security guard reeked of cigarettes and plopped his boney ass down on the seat right next to Brett. Almost immediately the dog began growling and barking at Brett. Sergeant Reynolds cocked his head to the side and gave the Security guard a stern gaze. The dog continued to bark and growl which caused Sergeant Reynolds to finally speak up. "Hey buddy, get your dog under control" The Security guard looked up with an embarrassing smile and stated "Oh he's a good boy, real well trained. Probably just mad cause this boy's holdin onto them sticks" The Security Guard continued to flap his mouth as he forcefully pushed his dog to the floor, making it yelp. But it shut up. "come to think of it, is that legal? you know. holding big sticks like that in public? I'd figure they'd be used as a weapon". His gaze turned to Brett. "So where you headed with those sticks then?" Brett didn't really like cops all that much, but had pretty much universal disdain for all security officers. He believed that cops were like the jocks who wanted to remain cool and powerful, but security guards? Security guards were tthe losers who never had any power in their lives and now were playing out their fantasy of actually having some authority. They devoted their life to protecting the special interests of corporations, which is even worse than cops really, because at least cops help people from time to time. All of this flooded into Brett's head before he looked up at the Security Guard and replied. "I'm going to a demonstration. This is a banner. You know. Freedom of speech?" Brett felt kind of childish saying the last part as if now he had been completely branded in this guy's eyes as a gay communist pinko f****t fascist. The Security Guard continued as the doors opened again, the two police officers walked out. "Freedom of speech? You got your ideas I got mine! My ideas are that you shouldn't protest on a day of remembrance. You know, we should let the people vote on it. Have a preserve our holiday law or something like that. No protests on holidays. That's what I think." A few of the other passengers holding candles had begun to notice the exchange between the two. Brett could feel the adrenaline begin to flow. Not out of any sort of fear. He knew damn well this guy was just a clown in a uniform with delusions of grandeur. But he had to say something back, Brett stated "So you'd take away people's right to protest on a holiday because it annoys you. But that's what living in a democracy is all about. We've got to put up with other people's s**t". The Security Guard's eyes narrowed and the top of his lip turned up a bit. "Hell you don't know nothin bout Democracy kid. | 9/12/11 | Free | View In iTunes |
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Flash Bulbs | Listen http://www.pagenotfound.info/audio/flash-bulbs-short-story1.mp3 Download This Ebook as PDF Jacob exhaled a huge cloud of grey marijuana smoke as the 1986 Chevette barreled down the gravel back roads of rural North Dakota. Eliza squinted her youthful eyes; trying to focus as her hands gripped the wheel. It was well past midnight, and there's nothing more disorienting then the all encompassing darkness of the plains. The sky was crystal clear and as the light from the city retreated the milky way could be seen beginning to emerge out of the darkness. In the back seat lay a plastic kite still in the package. The floor of the old Chevy had accumulated months of convenience store food. Empty bags of chips intermingled with empty soda cans and candy wrappers. The kite had been purchased only 15 minutes earlier when Jacob had the idea to go to Wal Mart and "get stoned and fly kites". Elizas foot slammed down on the breaks as they approached a fork in the road. The Chevette's tires slid and the car was engulfed in a dirty khaki cloud. "What the f**k?!" Jacob exclaimed as a grin slowly crept up his face. The chevette's engine idled as Eliza began to come to her senses. She then looked over at Jacob with her eyes wide open before she descended into laughter. She wasn't used to smoking so much weed. As she continued to laugh her eyes began to water and she managed to blurt out. "I didn't know which way to.....f*****g....go!" Jacob's head fell back on the seat as he exhaled, still smiling. "Let's just pull over here sweety" As soon as the engine was turned off the change of atmosphere was instantaneous. Only the sound of crickets and a distant highway interrupted the otherwise dead silence. Jacob stayed inside the car, sparking the lighter above a bowl made from pipe fittings they bought from a local hardware store. Eliza sat on the hood, her eyes on the sky. She leaned back, allowing her back to soak up all the warmth of the engine as she gazed up at the stars. In an instant a flash of light skirted across the black sky. "Shooting star!" Eliza exclaimed. "Better make a wish quick" Jacob replied, his eyes now focused on assembling the kite which lay in his lap. Eliza closed her eyes as she tried to calm her mind so as to speak directly to the falling star wish gods. Then whispering she said "I wish, I wish that Jacob really loved....no. no. that's not a good wish. Maybe I'll fall in love again too. Once I go to college. wait. f**k. I need to wish. s**t. Ok. I wish to know if god is.." Jacob interrupted her concentration and as she opened her eyes she saw him, kite in hand, with a stoned grin plastered across his face. "You're a dick" Eliza blurted out as her face morphed into a way that only a 15 year old girl's can. Showing pure disdain, naiveté, and fear all at once. "I'm sorry babe" he said, still smiling as he handed her the kite. Just then; another white streak skidded across the atmosphere. It was so bright that Jacob saw it in the reflection of the windshield. Eliza's anger quickly turned to a youthful sigh as she began to crack a smile. Jacob came closer to her and gave her a little peck and said "Looks like you got another wish". It was just the reason why she had fallen so hard in love with him. Even though Jacob was a complete f**k up he always had a way of being clever and thoughtful. Eliza looked back up at Jacob "So, you think it'll fly?" Eliza said. "Yeah, of course it'll fly. It was assembled by an expert pothead. I know all about the physics of building and s**t." Jacob replied as he slowly walked away, the thimble of string slowly unwinding as he walked further and further into the darkness of the cornfields. As Eliza began to scan the cornfields surrounding her an eerie feeling began to creep into her. At this point Jacob was at least 50 yards away, Eliza stood alone in front of her Chevette clutching the kite. And then another white streak across the sky. "Jacob!" she yelled. | 9/10/11 | Free | View In iTunes |
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