reedsymarketplace
Assemble a team of professionals
reedsystudio
The writing app for authors
reedsylearning
Writing courses, events and memberships
reedsydiscovery
Get your book reviewed
reedsyprompts
Weekly writing prompts and contests
Writing courses, events and conferences
Upcoming events
Live Editing #4 with Noah Charney
January 26, 2026
Previous events
Raising the Stakes: Build Tension on Every Page
January 19, 2026
Level Up Your Writing in 2026
January 18, 2026
First Impressions: Rocking the First Line and Paragraph
January 12, 2026
Learn how to succeed as a writer from the best in the business.
Every writer needs a Studio
Check out our writing app for authors!
Menu
More apps built by Reedsy
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020
Submitted to Contest #37
Kevin is just your average sophomore college student. Normal brown hair, normal green eyes, and the same normal red jacket that he wears every day. Nothing different about him. Just basketball and coffee. That's Kevin in a nutshell. Now reader, here we have a normal situation. Kevin sat in the same corner table near the window at Starbucks sipping his grande black coffee that he gets every morning before class. Nothing new. A ring signaled that someone was walking into the coffee shop. Kevin looked up, expecting to see the same business...
Submitted to Contest #36
April 2nd, 2019I'm looking at myself in the mirror, studying myself. Looking for my flaws, my perfections. I have a lot more flaws than perfections. I'm so clumsy, like a bull in a china shop. I'm socially awkward, I cant keep a conversation going, there's too many awkward silences. I have the biggest crush on the dorkiest kid in school. I have horrible hair, its a reddish brown color with blond highlights, and goes like an inch past my shoulders. I don't understand how God could make someone as hideous and ugly as me. How much did he hate m...
Submitted to Contest #35
Lydia and Jackson walked over to a snow bank that was melting outside of their school. It had just transitioned to spring! But there was something there, a piece of paper. Jackson picked it up and started reading it out loud. " Dear Fluffy, I'm sorry for what I did. Please take me back! Love, Softy. What kind of pet names are those?" “I dont know, but does it really matter?” “ Not really, just thought they were kinda, you know, funky!” he said in a disco voice. Lydia rolled her eyes, she hated that voice. “ Jackson, dont you think we s...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
10 likes
