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R. E. Dressler

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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The Last Letter

Submitted to Contest #84

Dear Humans,            I don’t know where to begin. I’m sure everyone is wondering how I arrived on death row. Ironically, I’m glad to have finally made it here. I’ve spent countless days being transported from facility to facility. Jail cell to jail cell. The days spent here are one big blur. It’s rather funny, in fact, that you humans use this concept of time, breaking it down into days, hours, minutes, and even seconds. How long will it be before your race grasps the concept that the...

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The Hottest Year at Summer Camp

Submitted to Contest #53

“And that’s why the summers at Camp Pinewood keep getting hotter and hotter every year,” I concluded, clicking off the flashlight which was held beneath my chin. Satisfied with the stunned and disturbed facial expressions I was receiving from the campers, I gave a smirk, “Alright, girls, off to bed now.” The orange light from the once crackling fire had now diminished to a faint red glow of embers. It produced just enough light to outline the tiny shifting bodies that had begun departing the campfire. As expected, the usual complaints and mo...

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No Better Thing

Submitted to Contest #52

There’s no better thing than to look up at a clear night sky with the crackling sound of fire in the background to soothe the day’s tensions. The ground was cool and hard against my spine as I lay on the thin wool blanket, looking up into blackness. It was a full moon tonight. The perfect rationale for my anxiousness. Throughout history, our ancestors had correlated full moons with times of anxiety, as opposed to the new moon, which was considered a time for renewal and productivity.          &nbs...

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The Wishful Curse

Submitted to Contest #50

I slapped down another pair of jacks onto the musty wooden floorboards once again. A cool autumn breeze whizzed through my oversized hoodie like spears, causing my skin to prickle. “And another win for the third time,” I boasted to my best friend, Brady. He stared at the two playing cards, baffled. After a moment, he frisbeed the remaining cards within his hands across the dusty ground towards me. Another gust of wind suddenly howled through the cracks of the boards, nearly picking up one of the staggered cards along in its fury. Slamming do...

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The Imps on our Backs

Submitted to Contest #49

It smelled like a Band-aid. Why is it that all doctors’ offices smell like Band-aids? After handing back the redundant medical form that they painstakingly make you fill out before every visit, I had nothing left to do but nervously rap my fingernails against the uncomfortable plastic seating. Staring into the distance, I began testing my vision, reading different sized lettering. It was my way of psyching myself out before seeing the eye doctor. Every time I went in for a check-up, I had this compulsion of first assessing my own vision. Tho...

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Circus Man

Submitted to Contest #48

           Countless hours spent constructing my portfolio, constantly being downplayed by my friends and family, and nearly five years of being stuck in a dead-end job. All of these obstacles were finally about to pay off by the end of today. Since I’d arrived, I hadn’t stopped shaking in my black converse. My hands had turned cold and clammy, trembling as I tightly gripped a rolled-up latest edition of Circus Man. I had collected the comics since I was around the age of seven. Since th...

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The Dollmaker

Submitted to Contest #46

Nothing is more satisfying than rekindling an old craft that was once your calling years ago. In my case, decades ago. There’s no single reason as to why I fell off the bandwagon with my most beloved hobby. It happens to the best of us, I suppose. Famous writers, for example, many times become plagued with the notorious “writers block”, which forces them out of their passion until it is reignited by some form of inspiration once again. That is the best analogy for me to describe how I felt about my hobby. I was in a funk, if you may. Simply ...

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Visiting Hours

The economy had been saved but we weren’t. It was 9:51 pm, almost my time slot. I rubbed my aching wrists then cracked a handful of stiff fingers. My eyes were bleary and radiated redness to the point of a dull ache, which had manifested itself along my forehead and temples like a headband. A white glow emitted from the computer screen, staring blankly at me like the face of death. It sneered at my inability to do anything but respond to the constant customer questions that were pouring in email after email. My fingers tapped numbly against ...

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