Greg Imler

Joined November 2021

4 stories

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A truck driver with an original, overactive imagination.

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Poor Harold’s Loss
Harold softly placed the phone on its cradle and held his hand on it for a moment. He turned around with a stunned look on his face and said, “Well, that’s it, she’s gone.”
By Greg Imler2 years ago in Fiction
The Floating Face
Frank couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was amazing, he had never seen anything else like it in his entire life. It was almost supernatural, disappearing and then moments later it, “Boop”, it was back. It almost seemed like it was floating right in front of him.
By Greg Imler2 years ago in Fiction
Tickets to the Circus
As if moving into a new apartment wasn’t difficult enough, what with the address change and new phone number, we get stuck with a number that is almost exactly the same as Ticketmaster’s number. When we were first issued the number, I thought we had hit the jackpot because it is an extremely easy number to remember.
By Greg Imler4 years ago in Humans
Drama at the Deli Counter
I pulled the little paper tab out of the dispenser and looked at my number. It was 01, and the digital display behind the deli counter was on 97. Not bad, I thought, and went and stood in line while I thought of all the delicious meat and cheese I was about to acquire.
By Greg Imler4 years ago in Humans