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Derek Robb

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

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Just Another Moon

Weekly Contest #304

I will admit the truth. I am beautiful. From birth I've always glowed more than the other girls. Even though the other girls are quite beautiful too, I just had certain qualities that they did not. I lived with my uncle because my parents were gone. I liked to think that they died in the war but it's most likely that they abandoned me. They probably stumbled out of too many taverns and somewhere got lost and forgot that they had a daughter. But my uncle never forgot me. I worked with him in his shop where he would repair tractors and small m...

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Rose

It burns. That's all I can think about is the burning. My skin feels like someone has punctured it with an awl until I am shredded. I feel like my face is not my own. The rocoto peppers melt in my hands as I wash my face with their red skin. I can feel my flesh start to glow. I shake my head so that the pain spreads evenly like seeds in a pan. The pain feels better on my face than the eyes. There are so many eyes that follow me whenever I walk wherever they are. It doesn't matter the age of the eyes, I can feel them covering me like a potato...

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Midnite on Mars

Weekly Contest #210

Midinite on Mars By Derek Letsch That We are Legal I am living with my crime. It is the window and the desert and the empty space between where I am now and where everyone else used to be. And I am imagined. I am assembled. I am quiet and alone and the bones under my skin seem to vibrate with fear. I have been awake for days, but I know I have slept well in the past. My dreams were swollen in the heat of things. They skitter across the empty pages of the loosely held idea that we are allowed. That we are legal. That we are not alone. T...

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Sober

Weekly Contest #157

The shaker was frozen and stuck to his wet fingers as he pulled it out of the freezer. He kept the ice in it and whatever remnants of liquor that didn't pour out into his glass each time. And now he measured the gin and mixed in the vermouth. He stirred it carefully but vigorously because a martini is best served cold. He attached the lid and opened up the strainer and poured it out into the frosty glass. He dropped in two blue cheese olives and poured just a little bit of the juice into the icy cocktail. The first sip was the best thing tha...

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