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Derek Roberts

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2026

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Restless Asylum

Weekly Contest #371

“I’m so fucked! I knew this was a bad idea, it’s ghost hunting 101, never go anywhere alone. I should have known better, man I am so fucked.  Okay, just calm down. My phone doesn’t have much battery life left, and I need to tell whoever listens to this audio file what happened to me in case I don’t make it out of here alive.  To start with, my name is Darren Smith, and I am a paranormal investigator. I had heard about a mental hospital that has been abandoned for decades, and anyone...

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The Broken Throne

Weekly Contest #363

The day has finally come. On this evening my master shall finally be resurrected. The would-be heroes have no chance at stopping the ritual. Even if they knew my location, the blizzard has been raging for hours now. Soon the storm will have covered the entrance to my master’s lair with snow, and the howling winds and bitter cold will impede their journey even more. They’ll never make it in time to stop me. Since there is no chance I’ll be stopped, I’ll indulge in a little story telling. There was once a mighty king who ruled the land with a...

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Subject One

Video File 01 “Today is March 5th. We have captured a live specimen of a creature that was thought to be only a myth. The lycanthrope, yes, a werewolf. If I hadn’t seen it transform with my own eyes, I would have never believed that it was once human. So many questions need answered. Is it able to revert back to its human form? Does it have a vulnerability to silver as the legends suggest? How does the subject spread its disease? Is it only the saliva from the bite, or is it as some legends have suggested also transmitted through its claws...

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Deserted

Weekly Contest #352

Rachel awoke lying on a beach with debris littered around her. She looked around, confused about how she ended up there. Then she remembered the terrible storm the night before. The boat that she and her friends were on was tossed about violently during the storm before finally breaking in two. She stood up and dusted the sand off her wet clothes. She looked around to see if any of her friends had washed ashore like she did. The beach was small, maybe only ten feet in length. To the right and left of the beach were sharp rocks leading to st...

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As You Wish

Weekly Contest #351

My story begins at an auction. It wasn’t anything special, some old lady died and had no next of kin, so they auctioned all her stuff off. This old lady had all sorts of antiques in her house. She could have easily opened up her own antique store, which I’m glad she didn’t, because I didn’t need any more competition. That’s right, I own an antique store, and auctions like this are a regular thing for me. I bid on a few things, but there was very little that I absolutely had to have. I did, however, win a box of random dishware. Plates, silv...

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My Wasteland

Weekly Contest #349

For days I have wandered through this desolate wasteland. Not a soul in sight. One doesn’t realize how quiet the world really is until you are truly alone. You begin to question your sanity. I like to think that maybe if there was some life, even a stray dog or cat, then I wouldn’t feel so alone. Alas, there is none. I’ve known people who would be happy to be alone, though I doubt even they wouldn’t like being as alone as I am. I, however, was always a social person. I loved talking to people and meeting new people. At work I would often fi...

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A Conversation With Death

Weekly Contest #348

“In the beginning there was only darkness. My existence had no meaning, no true purpose. That was until I met her. She gave me the purpose I had longed for. However, much as most do who witness me, she was afraid of me. Her beauty is the opposite to my ugliness. Her kindness is the opposite to my wickedness. Together, we are balanced. Forever apart, but without one the other would have no purpose. I am Death and she is Life.” “You may be wondering why I am telling you my story. Well, it’s hard to exist as long as I have and not yearn to com...

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