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
Book Proposals, Demystified
April 07, 2026
From Submission to Publication
March 19, 2026
Writing Beyond Your "Brand"
March 16, 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, 2025
Mom, I have so much to say to you that I almost went with Gran to visit you, but I still can’t stand to see your face. I’m not doing well, thanks for asking, but I got an A+ on my five paragraph essay in English class. Therefore, I’m going to write to you about the ways you have ruined my life. As a result of your imprisonment, my life has been uprooted, put on hold, and has no future. Gran wanted to move closer to the prison, so we now live in an apartment complex in a town where I don’t know anyone. Did you know that I made the...
Weekly Contest #293
Fern hadn’t intentionally left her cell phone behind. She hadn’t even planned to flee, but once everything occurred as it did, she did think fleeing was best. She knew her parents would never believe it hadn’t been her intention. Harold certainly was already telling everyone that she was just being silly after one of her hysterical fits. However, Fern now understood that they would never take her seriously. Their perception of her was that she was a silly, flighty girl who always worked herself up over the littlest things instead of being th...
This story centers around death. “I’m late,” she thought as she ran for the bus. Her friends would say that was her life’s motto. Amelia scrambled on the bus, trying not to jostle anyone. She had been given a final warning about not getting to work on time and knew her boss was serious. She was good at her job, but this city had over two million people. She could be replaced. In fact, she was one of many autopsy technicians who were employed at her job. She enjoyed working with her colleagues and liked working under her supervisor. The prob...
"I'm 61, and this is my first time flying," she told her row mates. Gladys didn't know about paying to select seats, but she's always been chatty and didn't mind sitting in the middle. Neither row mate responded. Aisle-seat man made a point to put in his earbuds, and the window-seat man closed the shade. "Oh no, I was watching them load the luggage," Gladys said as she reached over the man to open his window. He planned to sleep but decided he'd just close the shade later when she wasn't paying attention to avoid confrontation. "Excuse me, "...
You know that feeling you get when you are missing something? You check for your wallet, keys, and phone, and they’re all there, but something still isn’t right. It’s a pretty universal experience, I assume. Even the people who are the most organized and have their shit together must have experienced this at least once. The feeling is akin to deja vu in that it feels otherworldly and ethereal. Well, I have it and can’t shake it. This time, it feels almost ominous and is increasing my anxiety in a way that feels comfortable in its familiarity...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
0 likes
