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 Nov, 2021
It was a year since I had last sat by this burn by the Fairy Bridge. Legend has it that 900 years before, a fairy queen left her one-year-old baby boy, son of the Clan Chief of Macleod, on the grassy bank by the Bridge, draped in a silken shawl. Through what she described as a 'twisted line', I was her descendent, and it was to her that I had promised to return a year later to the day. 'You are of my line', she had said – five words scorched into my memory.After that meeting, I had spent the night in my hotel bedroom tossing and turning, try...
Submitted to Contest #184
Little did I realise that my visit to Fogarty's Gentleman's Outfitters for Field and Gun would result in the extraordinary events that followed. I needed new walking boots. My current boots had served their time; they were comfortable but badly worn, and they had lost their grip. Fogarty's was in Ring Street, a Dickensian back-alley in my hometown of Brome. The small bell, suspended over the door, tinkled as I went in. It sounded almost embarrassed to be announcing the arrival of a customer. The shop smelt of polish and old clothes. I gl...
Submitted to Contest #168
I was cold and tired; like painting with numbers, I was living by numbers, one job at a time, one day at a time. Inverness Station matched my mood. It was dark and cold, its outlets long closed for the day. I spotted one platform still lit for access. The overnight sleeper for Euston, London, was getting ready for departure. I swiped my mobile at the gate and boarded. Ten minutes to go. The sleeper compartments were all booked, and I had no choice but to reserve a first-class aisle seat facing the direction of travel. I was at the front...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
1 like
