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
The Bigger Picture: Writing with a Series in Mind
April 13, 2026
Writing Beyond Your "Brand"
March 16, 2026
Publishing in Audio: What You Need to Know in 2026
February 10, 2026
What's in a Name? Naming Characters, Places & Titles
February 09, 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 Jul, 2020
Submitted to Contest #57
Rending Mythos By Amy Lancaster The piercing ring of the phone made her freeze; the knife in her hand hovering over the vegetables on the small cutting board. Ainslee made no move to answer it in spite of the incessant demand. A tinny voice rattled out from the small speaker of the answering machine. The sound brought a sickening surge of adrenaline with it. As the machine reset itself, she let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. Abruptly setting the knife on the counter, she turned her pale face ...
Submitted to Contest #52
In Ruins By Amy Lancaster There was no one to blame for a tragedy of that nature, but the routine motions of everyday life that follow are a living death for many. She knew that only too well. The body responds mechanically, but the mind is elsewhere, relentlessly searching for understanding and meaning in an impossible quest. Despite the futility of it all, she couldn’t stop herself. It seemed that even if it drove her mad, she felt some strange consolation in the searching. Somewhere in the fog of consciousness, T...
Submitted to Contest #50
Discordant Juncture By Amy Lancaster It took some concentration to slow his breathing. He could still feel the adrenaline that had flooded through him when he heard her voice on the phone, and that was making it hard to wait. It had been a few years since he’d last seen her. He still didn’t understand exactly what had gone wrong, but life without her hadn’t been easy. He’d been distracted. He’d blown off a lot of opportunities to meet other people, but he told himself he didn’t care. He knew that was just one...
Submitted to Contest #49
Closing Doors By Amy Lancaster If she looked away, even for a second, it would move. She knew it. In its own way, it was more realistic than a photograph. Nonetheless, the interplay of light and shadow in the painting had completely bewitched her. Her eyes followed the pale stone columns as they twisted upward from the floor of the balcony, smooth and cold. They caressed the glossy greenery, springing from cool shadows as it trailed over the window ledge. They delved into the rich, velvet tapestry that cascad...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
4 likes
