Rachel Jacobs

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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4 Stories

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“Uranium Demons” by Rachel Jacobs

Submitted to Contest #291

“So, you see,” the large figure quietly said, “now that you know everything, there is nothing you can do. Your fate is sealed, Morgana.” The young woman peered up at the great demon. Its deer skull head glowed in iridescent hues of uranium and the deep cracks produced hues of violet. “You are bound for Hell,” it boomed. Morgana’s eyelashes fluttered and the color of the demon’s black robe disappeared beneath her short lashes. “But–” she began to plead. “But nothing, Morgana,” the demon reached out a boney and decayed hand with...

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“The Sunset” by Rachel Jacobs

Submitted to Contest #200

I won’t be able to describe to you how painful it is to die. How agonizing a slow death is. One that passively marches toward you and you’re left to sit and watch. Your stomach rises into your throat in a burning fashion. The acid coats your esophagus. Flight or fight? No, you’ve frozen in your tracks as you stare ahead at a crumbling landscape. You were so terrified that you couldn't even shake in fear. You just stood there. The world is tearing itself apart in a menacing manner. The type you’ve seen in action-packed movies or read about in...

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“Swelling” by Rachel Jacobs

Submitted to Contest #51

"It's swelling again, I can hear those violins getting louder and louder. It's a symphony I can never go deaf from, it is the soundtrack of misery! I am drowning in D minor, no, no, this is F minor and that A flat reminds me of his back as he laid there, not moving any of his muscles. No, no, I can see his face again!" "Whose face?" I heard my therapist's voice and I closed my eyes tighter than they were before. "My teachers," I respond, trying to ignore the knots that keep tightening around my guts. "Say his name, Rylee." She said over t...

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“Cerulean” by Rachel Jacobs

Submitted to Contest #50

1995 Dahlia Santana’s 1991 Honda Civic rolled to a slow stop beside the curb next to a boarded-up abandoned house. The white paint had faded in the sunlight and began peeling away and there were tons of graffiti. Dahlia slid out of her car, staring at her childhood home briefly before turning around and facing the boarded-up home across the street from hers. It looked the exact same with its yellow chipping paint and graffiti stained walls. The spot where the porch and lawn should have been now overrun with weeds and various invasive plant...

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