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Jacob Waldrop

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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Dangerously Derivative Dale

Submitted to Contest #304

Chapter 1"Tonight's the night..." he says softly, hands gripped tight on the wheel, watching the man through a rain soaked windshield. His blood was up. His senses tingled with little electrical impulses. He could tell that tonight was the nig--""Jesus, Dale. Really? Little derivative, don't ya think?" Hank asks him from the passenger seat."Derivative? What the hell does 'derivative' mean?" Dale asks him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He can make out that he’s wearing his cowboy hat. An affectation he’d started since they’d wa...

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Recollection Day

Submitted to Contest #303

Intro Seven days after Recollection Day. President Don Wills. He’s a tall man in his fifties. Medium build with a beard. He isn’t handsome, but he isn’t ugly. He just is. He wouldn’t stand out in a crowd, but he did a have a sense of gravitas around him when he spoke. The kind that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, he could hold the country together while it tries to come apart at the seams. He sits behind the desk in the Oval Office, hands clasped and face serious. This was the first official address since it had happened. Recollectio...

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Dead and the Dying.

Submitted to Contest #303

"You have to understand..." the man gasped as they wrestled him to the ground and painfully pinned his arms behind his back. "Please. Understand. I didn't have a choice!" he screams. "She asked me. She begged me!"They had him on his stomach now, his left cheek pressed hard into the carpeted floor. His face inches away from the pool of blood that was still growing and creeping it's way towards him. It was so... red. Shockingly red but quickly turning dark. He looks up, and see's his daughter in the crowd, smiling at last.She hadn't smiled sin...

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The Death of Diane West

Submitted to Contest #301

Diane West was about to die and no-one was going to care. She played a dangerous game but considered the risk worth the reward. In fact, in her sober moments, she wished she would.She was well known in the small rural town. Everyone knew her. Everyone ignored her. With cause. If she wasn't asking for drugs, she was begging for money. Or maybe it was the other way around. Begging for drugs and asking for money. People had tried to help, but she wasn't willing.The old men frowned and the old women shook their heads. "Bless her heart," they'd ...

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