Dylan Heath

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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4 Stories

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“The Night” by Dylan Heath

Submitted to Contest #54

Jill wrote in the cafe down the street from her apartment. She shoved her curly red hair underneath an old hoodie and listened to the new Beck album through old headphones. She stared at the screen of her laptop, her chin resting in her right hand. Her left hand rested on her bicep. She picked out a sentence on her keyboard with her index fingers and then immediately erased it. She rested her chin back in her hand and stared at the blinking cursor on the blank page. The blinking slowed down. “Jill…?” Jill didn’t register anyone saying he...

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“Woman in Red” by Dylan Heath

Submitted to Contest #51

    Mark walked into Joe’s place and sat down next to nobody. Joe’s place was a dark bar on a small street in the part of Mark’s neighborhood most people didn’t spend much time in. It wasn’t the closest bar to his apartment or the cheapest place in the neighborhood, but it was the only place that still let him drink. He understood why he couldn’t go to the other places. He’d get drunk and start a fight and they’d kick him out for the night. The bartenders all are understanding but do that too many times and they can’t let you ...

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“Le Chapeau” by Dylan Heath

Submitted to Contest #50

“I will not stop harping on this. I told you I didn’t want the escargot, but you got it anyway.” “Yeah and I ate it. You didn’t have any of it. So what’s the problem?” “Of course I didn’t have any of it. It’s disgusting. They’re fucking snails, what’s wrong with you?” Sara leaned over at her waist to level her eyes with Avi. She waved her index finger in her face. Her left hand held tight on her hip and her long blond hair spilled out of her neat bun and hung over her glasses.  “I like them. I wanted them. I ordered them so I could e...

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“Line By Line” by Dylan Heath

Submitted to Contest #49

“Ummm … Is this the line to … umm the line to … get the …” “Uhh yeah, it’s right here.” “Oh ok yeah, I’ve just never done this before.” The line, clusters of friends and family standing together but avoiding strangers, moved up one group. “Yeah me neither.” “Oh no I didn’t mean to say you have. I just was saying … it’s just that I’m … I don’t usually …” She nervously twisted a gold necklaces around her index and middle fingers. Then she thumbed the pendant draped over her light blue collared shirt. She wore a rose colored cardigan drape...

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Author bio

I went to school for Journalism and then went into the restaurant industry. I was born from the words of Hemingway and Vonnegut and was raised on Joyce and Talese and Zadie Smith.