R. E. Dressler

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“The Last Letter” by R. E. Dressler

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 eve...

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“The Hottest Year at Summer Camp” by R. E. Dressler

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...

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“No Better Thing” by R. E. Dressler

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...

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“The Wishful Curse” by R. E. Dressler

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...

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“The Imps on our Backs” by R. E. Dressler

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. ...

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“Circus Man” by R. E. Dressler

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 Cir...

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“The Dollmaker” by R. E. Dressler

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 inspi...

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“Visiting Hours” by R. E. Dressler

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 aga...

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Author bio

I'm an emerging horror, thriller, and science fiction writer who loves all things dark, creepy, mysterious, and unknown. I'm currently working on two books and have written several short stories. In my spare time, I love drawing, making creepy crafts, and staying active. Recently, I've launched my debut novel in the Phantom Features franchise, Vengeance on Trespassers. You can check out my artwork and stories for Phantom Features on my webpage: www.phantomfeatures.com I love reading all the feedback you guys give me about my stories and I always follow back:) Let's share the reedsy love and help each other become even more awesome writers than we already are! Fun fact: Even though horror is my favorite genre in movies and books, I love light-hearted dramedies when it comes to TV shows.