Robyn Jipp

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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“Beach Party” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?” Kristi asks me. She is sitting on my bed with one leg folded up under her and the other one hanging over the edge of my bed, swinging back and forth.“Probably not,” I reply.“Come on, Megan! It’s the Fourth of July! We’re going to have a bonfire on the beach and watch the fireworks.”“Mom and I watch the fireworks every year from our porch.” They shoot them off from the sports complex near downtown, so you have a good view of them just about anywhere yo...

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“The Store” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #103

The building is what is referred to as pueblo style, with adobe walls and a domed roof. It does not seem at all to belong in this run-down residential neighborhood populated almost entirely by carelessly tended mobile homes planted in the middle of untended overgrown patches of weedy lawns. There is no signpost standing beside the building, nor awning over the front door. Rather, THE STORE is painted dire...

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“Birthday Breakfast” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #100

There is no answer when I tap gently on the closed door of my step-daughter’s bedroom. “Jenny?” I call out. “Can I open the door?” This at least elicits a noncommittal “Huh” which I choose to interpret as ‘Yes’. I turn the knob and push the door open. Jenny is seated at her desk in front of the computer, no doubt on Facebook or Twitter or Instagram or God knows what kids sp...

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“Welcome to Ber-Tri” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #99

June 19, 2020 8:00 AM “Are you ready for our summer vacation?” Davis asked his wife as he turned off the alarm clock trilling incessantly on the bedside table. Marissa was already out of bed and fussing with the suitcases they had packed the previous night and set by the bedroom door. “Oh yes,” she agreed, knowing that this w...

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“I Don't Know How, I Don't Know Why” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #60

Remember when everyone used to joke about waiting for the Zombie Apocalypse and tease each other about their chances of survival when it happened? Yeah, good times. Well, I am one of the ones who have so far somehow managed to survive. And I can guarentee it's nothing to joke about. It's been two years since the shit hit the fan and still no one is any closer to learning how, why, or even where the initial ...

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“Worth It” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #59

Tristan threw open the driver's side door of the U-Haul and practically bounded out like an excited child. "Just smell the air! Isn't it fresh?" "And cold." Chelsea drew her thin white sweater closer about her chest. "This is pretty mild, actually. It doesn't even start snowing 'til mid-October." "Great." "Don't worry, honey. You're gonna love it here." Chelsea had her d...

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“Unexpected Comfort” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #58

As I tie up the trash bag in the can next to the TV table I count six empty Guinness bottles and an empty half-pint of Captain Morgan rum. Whoever stayed in this room last night must feel fantastic this morning. (Yes, that was sarcasm.) I am not surprised to find a wide brown liquor stain in the dead center of the white and green bedspread. Oh well, it's not the worst kind of stain I've ever found on the ...

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“A Dog Does Not” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #57

Everyone wishes they were famous, or at least that they were a close relative of someone who was famous. I don't mean in the 'My granddad was Charles Manson's best buddy' kind of way, but then again I think even that would be preferable to being the guy whose great-grandfather was highly acclaimed for writing a poem about dogs. My family has lived in the same small town for at least four or five ge...

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“A Fresh Start ” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #56

"I hate parties. I don't know why I even let you talk me into coming."Jen shoots me a sideways glance from the corner of her eye."You're coming because you need to learn how to socialize and not always be an introverted weirdo," she chastises me. "And because Carolyn has someone she wants you to meet.""I don't even know Carolyn very well. Why's she trying to play matchmaker for me?""Well, I know her and I trust her. Don't worry, she wouldn't set my wittle brovver up with anyone nasty-wasty." Jen takes ...

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“Into the Inside” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #55

"Hey Gina, can you keep a secret?"Ariel is standing directly behind me while I check the dates on the milk jugs in the refrigerator, her voice a conspiratorial whisper."What kind of secret?" I inquire, turning around to face her. I hope my tone doesn't sound as suspicious as I'm afraid it does. It's not that I don't trust Ariel. I just don't know her that well. In the two weeks we've worked together she seems to have taken more of a liking to me than to the rest of the employees, but at this point our relationship has not ye...

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“There's Still a Spark” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #54

"Okay, okay. Yes, we're going, we're going. I know you wanna play with those doggies." I shut the car door with my left hand while my terrier tries his best to pull my right arm out of its socket tugging with all his might at his leash. For a small dog he is surprisingly strong. "Geez, calm down! You're gonna choke yourself!" Obi-Wan drags me down the slightly uneven steps to the outer gate of the dog park, whining imp...

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“Rescue Mission” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #53

"Ugh, gross! My popsicle's melting all over my hand! It's all sticky!" I roll my eyes at my sister. "Well, what did you expect? It's hot out. You're the one who wanted a freakin' popsicle!" "Well, you don't have to be so mean about it!" She's probably right. I probably don't have to be so mean, but I'd much rather be stretched out on my bed in my nice air conditioned bedroom listeni...

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“Good Brother, Bad Brakes ” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #52

I open my eyes and glance over at the digital clock on the endstand. Two 'o' clock in the afternoon. Good, I'm getting an early start today. Still half-asleep, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. There is a purple Post-It note stuck to the front of the coffee maker. I pull it off and read it. Have a fantastic day, my creative genius. Looking forward to coming home to you tonight. By the way, I want...

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“Don't Call Me Firebomb ” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #51

"Are you okay?" Carla asks me as I tie my apron around my waist."Yeah, I'm fine.""You're limping.""Yeah, l sprained my ankle last night. My dog got out and I was chasing him."That wasn't exactly how it happened. The truth is a little more...complicated."I would've called out sick if it was me," Carla states."I can handle a sprained ankle." I slip the hair tie off my wrist and use it to pull my hair back in a ponytail before I put my uniform cap on."Did you watch the News this morni...

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“Elaborate Plans ” by Robyn Jipp

Submitted to Contest #50

Alex stood by the cut-out door of Shane's treehouse with his arms folded across his chest, staring out across the yard at nothing. It had been several months since the boys had gone up there. The treehouse, which had been everything from a pirate ship to an old west fort, had over the past year or so taken a backseat to more athletic albeit less imaginative pastimes such as bicycle races and Frisbee games. ...

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