Jakob Roy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Enter the Shadowlands” by Jakob Roy

Submitted to Contest #246

Edward Crane stood in the stone frame of a high arching window, his too pale hands pressed against the cool glass. His world, the real world, had a sky bright and blue, crowned by a sun burning yellow. But here, the sky was a constant and unchanging shade of stormy gray, the sun itself a pale, dim thing, offering only the faintest illumination to the dead fields and thin forests of leafless, bone-white trees below. And though there was a strange, haunting beauty to this cold world, he had neither the interest nor the concentration to pay it ...

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“The Exile's Choice” by Jakob Roy

Submitted to Contest #216

Alaric Austin had never known a place so miserable as Raleigh 5. The red dust of the crumbling little satellite clung to his clothes, to the face of his oxygen mask, cutting deep into his flesh where it could. An ill-placed step was all it took to summon up a cloud big enough to swallow a man whole, of that he could attest. By virtue of a carefully woven bloodline, he was an iron-boned titan of seven-foot-two with a muscled bulkiness that made him as well proportioned as any civilian, save for when they stood side by side. Dust-clouds tended...

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“Pete” by Jakob Roy

Submitted to Contest #210

If there was one thing Ferris P. Jones knew to expect, it was the disgruntled, if not outright disgusted, look on Sheriff Shaunessy's tomato red face. Why exactly the old boy was always so grumpy had remained a mystery to Ferris this past half a decade. Personally, he enjoyed his job, got a real thrill and a sense of accomplishment out of helping the poor wayward fellers, but like peanut butter-and-pickle sandwiches and competitive rollerblading, he figured not everyone could muster the same excitement as him for the aliens. "Morning, Hank,"...

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“Born to Live” by Jakob Roy

Submitted to Contest #194

There were times Thomas found himself forgetting. His father, his mother, their faces and voices, the home they had lived in. All of it was distant in his mind, faded and blurred. It had gotten worse since he caught the sickness, even yesterday's events felt more like a dream than reality. Maybe they were. But for all his forgetting, his grandfather's memory remained firmly set in stone. His parents had died at some point. Maybe at the same time, maybe years apart. A war might have played a role, or gangsters. Could have been a bootlegger wi...

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Author bio

I've always loved stories, so I decided to try telling a few of my own... to varying success. Reedsy seems like a great place to get some practice in!