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Anthony Stauffer
Bio
Husband, Father, Technician, US Navy Veteran, Aspiring Writer
After 3 Decades of Writing, It's All Starting to Come Together
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Stories (99/0)
No Closure
“Don’t worry, Jeffrey, you’re not dead,” the voice very familiar from behind him. Jeffrey stared at his body lying on the white tile floor, barely alive, his head beaten to a pulp. It was supposed to be the prison gym shower but looking around showed him that he was in a train station, much like Grand Central. Instead of travelers, though, there were psychiatric patients and angels. He knew this place, he watched the film several times before he lured and killed his prey. After three years the old feelings began to emerge again, the obsessions were lit afire in his belly.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction
Mater Maris
The Labor Day commotion at Wildwood is what Deborah lived for. She heard the far off screams of vacationers riding the machines on the pier, she heard the laughter of kids and parents frolicking in the waters of the Atlantic. The aromas of funnel cake and popcorn mingled with the tang of sea salt, and the sun shone bright despite its encroachment on the horizon. Forty years of memories flooded her mind, as did the faces of family and friends that had accompanied her on those many trips. The feel of the sand between her toes was like the carpet of home. And beneath it all was the rhythmic pulse of the sea, almost at one with the beating of her heart.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction
Sister Maria
Sister Maria made her way slowly through the halls of the convent. It was yet another night when she could not finish her supper, so she had quietly excused herself from the dining hall, her insides a heated, churning mess. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, and her hands became clammy. Behind her eyes she felt a piercing pain, and she knew it was about to happen again.
By Anthony Stauffer3 years ago in Fiction