Dylan Roth

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Her First Taste...” by Dylan Roth

She hit the ground hard and the wind was driven out of her. Carpet scraped her cheek and her arms were pulled behind her in a tight grip. She felt him kneel down, his free hand frantically snatching at her pockets. He found her phone and ripped it out. She heard the sound of it cracking against the wall and then he was bent over her, a wolf with hot breath and no mercy. She tasted sweat as a hand came down on her mouth. She struggled and kicked, but he was so heavy. He was trying to reach down to her throat, she could feel him lean...

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“Annual Reunion” by Dylan Roth

The last rays of the sun faded on the horizon, and darkness began to creep over the streets. “They’re late.” Diligence picked a speck of lint from the lapel of his immaculate, tailored suit. “They’re always late,” Kindness answered, fiddling with the radio. It crackled to life, playing soft, easy listening piano, and she turned around, beaming, in a bright rainbow tie dye t-shirt and jeans. “And they always come.” “Don’t be anxious,” Patience was sit...

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“Loving Father” by Dylan Roth

The heat was oppressive. It pushed in from all sides, making his skin slick with sweat. He cracked the door open to let in some air. With the cool breeze came the cicadas’ chainsaw orchestra. Each wisp of fresh air brought a moment of refreshing peace from the heat. He’d been parked in the car for twenty minutes. Every moment, he told himself now was the time to get out and go over there. Every moment, he didn’t.But now that the door was open and the sound of the world was filling his head again, he couldn’t ignore it...

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“The Pain-Thing” by Dylan Roth

Gronk had been staring at the wall for some time. He was crouched on the cave floor, resting his arms on his knees, looking up at the jagged rock through a heavy brow. In the small hours of the morning, Gronk had woken from a deep sleep. Dreams had plagued him, images of himself doing things he didn’t fully understand. Before he knew what he was doing, he had set out of the cave in a fervour. There were things he had to find.The charcoal was easy enough, which he sourced from the remains of their fire at the mouth of the cav...

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Author bio

I am an Australian writer, photographer and filmmaker. The weekly Reedsy Prompts have presented an excellent, regular writing exercise to keep me sharp between long-form projects and an opportunity to reach an audience of like-minded individuals.

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