Robyn Fox

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“3-2-1 Viper!” by Robyn Fox

Submitted to Contest #66

I woke up screaming in a stifling paralysis, chest heaving heavily and eyes wide open, staring into the dark.For as long as I could remember, I'd always had nightmares. They'd started out as the kind most people have from time to time; failing an exam, running from manevolent monsters, finding oneself nude in front of the class. Normal nightmares. But since the accident, mine had become grotesquely darker and more disturbing. On an almost nightly basis, I was presented with grisly live showreels of finding dead bodies, falling out of top flo...

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“The Four” by Robyn Fox

Submitted to Contest #65

It was the night of the 31st October, 1904 and a halloween masquerade party was in full swing at the on Emerson Street in New Orleans. The walls and chandeliers of the house were adorned with elaborate decorations and people mingled in glamorous costumes holding glasses of brandy, old fashioned cocktails, martinis and wine. Tables were littered lavishly with assortments of candy, cake and pumpkin pie. For some, halloween marked a special time when the material world crossed paths with those of the spirit world. For most people a...

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“The Henderson Manor” by Robyn Fox

Submitted to Contest #64

It was a raw, cold afternoon and the wind was squally and unpredictable. The moors and woodland surrounding us were revealing autumn's swift approach. I watched through my carriage window as leaves of every shade of crimson swirled up and around the tall trees around us, casting invisible spirals stretching far up into the sky before retreating slowly to the ground, as if taking their final breath. We were moving fast. I cannot remember how long we'd been travelling, a number of days certainly, but the journey was so long and arduous ...

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“The Henderson Manor” by Robyn Fox

Submitted to Contest #64

It was a raw, cold afternoon and the wind was squally and unpredictable. The moors and woodland surrounding us were revealing autumn's swift approach. I watched through my carriage window as leaves of every shade of crimson swirled up and around the tall trees around us, casting invisible spirals stretching far up into the sky before retreating slowly to the ground, as if taking their final breath.We were moving fast. I cannot remember how long we'd been travelling, a number of days certainly, but the journey was so long and arduous tha...

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