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Dylan Mass

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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Dryad

Dylan Mass

Submitted to Contest #185

“It’s mine and you can’t have it!” yelled one dryad to another. “Sharing is caring, Clovamora.” yelled the other dryad. “Well I don’t care Lilacoris. So go away. Finders keepers.” the green dryad, Clovamora turns away and starts to run into the woods. “That isn’t how it works when you steal it!” Lilacoris calls after her. With a huff of leaves and pollen, she turns back into a tree, sulking. I’m going to get that thing back from her if it’s the last thing I do. After a few human hours, she turns back into her humanoid form, and takes a drink...

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Luck O' The Irish

Dylan Mass

Submitted to Contest #180

CW: Language, Violence “If yer Irish, ain’t ya supposed t’ be lucky?” “Oh wow, I’d ne’er thought o’ that. Aren’t ya supposed t’ be the smart one?” “Now now. No need fer the ‘ostility. I was just makin’ a point.” “What’s yer name, if you’ll allow me to ask?” “Rowan. Rowan Mahony. It’s m’ name, but don’t ya be wearin’ it out. Only got the one.” “Ah. An Irish like m’self. M’ names Maja Hackett. Now what wer ya sayin’ about us Irish bein’ lucky? Cuz my luck o’meter is at about seventy percent.” the woman glances at her watch, a wisp of crimson h...

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As Midnight Arrives

Dylan Mass

Submitted to Contest #179

CW: Language and Death “Thank you so much to all the first responders out there keeping our country safe and protected. Only an hour folks until the ball drops over Times Square. Make sure to grab your champagne and the ones you love. One hour.” The tail lights of the car in front of me flash and I slam on the brakes, the bottle of apple juice rolling off the passenger seat. “Crap.” I hesitate at the intersection and lunge forward to grab the bottle, smacking my head on the console in the process. Some song plays on the radio about New Years...

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Frau Bibliothekar's Menagerie of Magical and Mysterious Manuals of Magic and Mystery

Dylan Mass

Submitted to Contest #176

In the city of Swan Hill, there lies a bookshop that can give you whatever it is that you seek. The proprietor of that shop, Frau Bibliothekar, is a well seasoned witch, having lived since the time of the Great Library of Alexandria. She was also the one who accidentally burned it down, but she does not like to talk about that. " Da, I did knock over ze candle, but it vazn’t all mine fault. Who putz a candle in ze library? Miztakez like zat get you in trouble.” she would tell you if you asked, but since you didn’t, she won’t tell you. Frau B...

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How to Name a Tree

Dylan Mass

Submitted to Contest #175

“Good afternoon class. Today we are going to be discussing your senior project. You have three categories to choose from and anything goes, as long as it remains within the boundaries of your category. Any questions?” “I have one,” A blonde girl, roughly seventeen, with gray eyes, and not the British grey, but the American gray. Her face is always set in a permanent smile, which has led people to calling her a clown, even though nothing about her resembles a clown. She is also one of thousands of descendants of Genghis Khan, the great milita...

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Thank Guvvie...

Dylan Mass

Submitted to Contest #174

“Hey kiddo, how are you?” I ask to the kid across the kitchen table, who just smiles. “You know you can talk right? Guvvie approved it.” Nothing “Say something at least.” I beg. “Like what? What do you want me to say?” he tilts his head, the smile gone. “I don’t know. Don’t you have questions or something? Am I married? Kids? Something dude.” my face gets hot with annoyance. “Just looking at you, I can tell that you aren’t married. No wedding ring or any trace of a former wedding ring, so no divorce. And there are too many fragile objects ar...

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Things in the night...

Dylan Mass

Submitted to Contest #174

CW: Harsh language *Static* “Good evening passengers. This is your captain speaking. Today’s flight will be a beautiful and easy flight to Cartaria. Fasten your seat belts, and wait until the plane has fully left the tarmac before getting up from your seat. Have a safe flight.” *Static* “God I hate flying,” A gruff voice says in the seat across the aisle. “Then why’d you buy a damn ticket?” the woman next to him asks. “Just get me a drink, Greta.” he responds, slamming the window shade shut with a sharp, and might I say, unnecessary thunk. “...

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As The Crow Flies...

Dylan Mass

Submitted to Contest #171

There is something fascinating about the crossroad. The idea itself has so many layers in it and each layer is a different idea in its own. The concept of one simple choice altering your entire path and creating an adventure of its own is what keeps me up at night.Every day, on the way home from work, I come up on a crossroads. Well, more like a three-way fork in the road, each direction another branch in my own personal fate. In order for me to go home, I have to go right. To go to the city, I turn left, but never in my twenty-five years of...

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