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Dylan Martin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2023

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Off-Peak

Dylan Martin

Submitted to Contest #249

Just how fucking early do you have to leave the house to not be late? The interview was in FiDi; only 45 minutes away, no big deal. I went over the entire route last night. The interview’s at 3 PM, which might look bad—maybe they want an early riser, a real go-getter, a proper robot boy—but I don’t know how the fuck to wake up in the morning, so I played it safe. But it’s fine. It’s not like I chose a quarter to closing or anything. 3 PM is the middle of the afternoon, the last real hour people give to their job before looking at the clock a...

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Speed Dating

Dylan Martin

Submitted to Contest #237

The bar/restaurant (breastaurant?) is packed. From the entrance, it looks fairly standard: a long piano black bar takes up the right side of the room, while a few tables are scattered around the open area to the left. It’s a small bar, fairly common for the city. Only when you make your way to the end of it can you see its true scale (which only a fool would call small in Midtown). There, where you first thought was the back, a pillar dressed in wallpaper from the Victorian era reveals there to be an area twice as big behind it. The ri...

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The Man, The Myth, The Legend

Dylan Martin

Submitted to Contest #233

Monday, January 1st, 2024 Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self preservation. AUDRE LORDE ☀ I am grateful for… 1. Not being hungover. Okay…that’s a lie. Not being as hungover as I thought* 2. No work 3. This dick! I don’t know, TV? Daily Affirmation At least I’m still hot ☾ Highlights of the Day 1. A mean BECSPK from the bodega 2. Everything went downhill from there 3. I think I might be dying What did I learn today? Fucking nothing Tuesday, January 2nd, 2024 WEEKLY CHALLENGE ...

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The People v Reece Leach

Dylan Martin

Submitted to Contest #230

Case Number: 010147858 Date: 24 July 2023 NAME OF DECEASED: Madelyn Leach, Female, 41, White CAUSE OF DEATH: Anaphylactic Shock NATURE OF DEATH: Accidental, Possible Homicide PRIMARY SUSPECT: Reece Leach, Male, 12, White ADDRESS OF OCCURRENCE: Benihana, 2105 Northern Blvd, Manhasset, NY 11030 REPORTING OFFICER: Michael Quackenbush, Shield No. 27846 RESPONDING EMT: Anne Eklund, EMS ID No. 6321-0191-0448 WITNESSES: Fynn Bachmann: General Manager, Male, 57, White Yūto Hamasaki: Head Chef, Male, 44, Asian Hachirou Egawa: Waiter, Male, 3...

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No Place Like Home

Dylan Martin

Submitted to Contest #227

“It always amazes me, the magic that can be made from doing something as simple as dropping asbestos from the sky.” “What’s that, dear?” “Look,” she says, pointing out the window, towards the sight of the season’s first snowfall, “we must be doing the poppy scene today.” “That’s snow, honey.” “Darling,” she says, turning to him, “it is the middle of July, we are in Southern California, shooting on-site at the studio—where would they have found snow?” “Oh, right, that’s where we are today.” “Of course that is where we are, s...

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Dinner With My Better Self

Dylan Martin

Submitted to Contest #225

Who the fuck owns a home in Brooklyn? And in Greenpoint? What a slap in the face. Here I am, slaving away at this meaningless sales job, just trying to find a studio in my budget—a single room!—and this asshole owns an entire address doing God knows what. Can you imagine placing a delivery order and not giving them an apartment number? No way this guy is leaving the house for takeout. His address stands in stark contrast to the rest of the block, which is lined with rows of beige and brown houses most assuredly built during a world war. T...

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