Alan Gold

Joined June 2021

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Bio

Alan Gold lives in Texas. His novels, Stress Test, The Dragon Cycles and The White Buffalo, are available, like everything else in the world, on amazon.

Stories (67/0)

Stress Test Ch. 8
Black Wolf was so ugly and he stunk so bad he couldn't belong to anyone but Billey. At first sight, Billey thought the dog was a chunk of tread that some old truck had thrown into the bushes.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 7
When she picked up Saury on fingerpaint day, Sandy found the tall lady with the bows in her hair bending over him. Miss Busse looked like one of the kid's creations. She adored bright, simple colors. She tossed them on her lips and nails and around her eyes. She pared her wardrobe down to the essential bands of the rainbow. Even her laughter splashed against the walls like tempera paint. She could make a five-year-old long for subtlety.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 6
Billey might never have learned to use the can opener, if not for the cops. Sometimes he would be alone for days after they came to see his daddy. He could sleep as late as he liked and forget about school. He and Black Wolf could root around the yard without fear. Only trouble was, they sure got hungry when they were on their own.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
My Last Campaign
Halloween is supposed to be scary, but nothing will ever top the Halloween that came a few days after the Cuban missile crisis in 1962. That October convinced me never to run for President of the United States.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Confessions
Stress Test Ch. 5
When Sandy held steady at forty-five miles per hour down Westmore Avenue, she could make all seven green lights between America Thinks, Inc. and Kid'n'Kaboodle. Cars on either side flew by. Those on her tail downshifted, gave their engines a throaty roar and swung into the passing lane. She pulled even with them at each light as they punched it again from a standstill.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 4
Billey's daddy could cuss the ash right off his cigarette. Most evenings, before the mosquitoes got thick, he and Billey would sit by the spool and polish off a pot pie or a can of beans.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 3
Maybe some kind of ancient, magic writing hid in the serving platter's blue willow pattern. Something gave it the power to defy gravity. Once the soapy plate slipped from Sandy's fingertips, it hung in the air while her hands hovered around it like a pair of nervous hummingbirds.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 2
Billey Elwood leaned against the black post of the railroad trestle and panted without taking in any air. Sweat collected like dew drops on the patchy, fine stubble that covered his jaw. He peered into the darkness up and down the creek and wondered where Uly had gone.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 1
The state killed Uncle Roscoe. Cousin Johnny laid it out plain and simple for Saury. A palm slapped the tabletop, but the fly escaped into the kitchen with Sandy.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Leader of the Pack
"She's no smarter than a bug," Frank spat out the words, as if this was something that had been niggling in his throat for a long time. "Food? She'll come. Blanket on a cold night? You got her. But get her to do the simplest dang thing you want? Good luck with that."
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Mother
I was still quite young the day mother's head, along with a considerable length of neck, bounced down the staircase and into the drawing room where I quietly sat. A moment later, her naked, blood-soaked body stumbled in, groping blindly for the ruby-encrusted amulet that had disappeared from her breast.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Horror
A Break in the Clouds
As the sun went down, the temperature dipped below twenty degrees under a light snow, so Denny had the bench all to himself. In fact, he had several benches he could choose from. Like anyone, he knew cold, but cold didn't bother him. When they dealt out the super powers, that's the one he drew, indifference to cold.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction