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
Landing Your Literary Agent
November 22, 2026
Better Villains, Stronger Stories
September 28, 2026
True Stories with Michael Finkel
September 14, 2026
How to Self-publish a Bestseller in 2026
September 05, 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 Mar, 2026
Weekly Contest #348
I have no memories of my father from when I was a child. He was only an ominous presence behind a locked door, a threat my mother touted when I couldn’t keep my tongue in check. He must have been there, at least, I remember silver-covered trays on the floor of his hallway, the lid sometimes askew, a bit of lettuce stark on a white plate. And there was, of course, the bell in the library which told me when to leave the room so that Father could come in. It was never strange to me. I never thought to linger or spy, I didn’t need to know. I did...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
9 likes
