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
Reading with a Writer's Eye
July 27, 2026
Layer by Layer: How to Edit Your Book
July 19, 2026
How To Be More Productive as a Writer
July 06, 2026
Level Up the Structure of Your Story
June 29, 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 Aug, 2019
Weekly Contest #70
Denny ducked behind the stone column. He watched as the upturned cross impaled High Priest Drakker’s eyes. “Both eyes, how the hell?” Denny asked himself. The jelly and goo splattered the elaborate alter, it was black; the blood didn’t change the cloth’s shade. “Christ, it is like a kid’s Halloween party,” Denny answered himself as stones flicked behind him pinging of stone walls. Blonde hair matted with blood, Drakker’s wife raced to the rocky entrance and disappeared. Stones flew as flint zinged from the walls. Screams sp...
Weekly Contest #69
“Dad, what are you doing?” Jilly asked. “That’s it, I’ve had enough,” said her father. “You have, what about the rest of us?” “I took over this shop from my mum, we had a thriving business. Now, its gone, the world has gone mad. I can’t get enough sales to pay for the expenses. Enough.” Jilly snatched the papers her dad had flung to the counter. “The rent has gone up, so what?” she said. “Everything has gone up, except sales.” “Dad, let me run the business. You can retire.” “No.” “Why not?” “You want me to tell you? Okay, look arou...
Weekly Contest #68
Songkhla Lake “Here Comes the Sun. Watch this,” he whistled. The couple sat on a rock arm in arm. “Beautiful, you know I’ve never seen the sunrise like this in England?” “You mean not over a flat lake? You’ve seen it plenty of times, but over council house roofs.” “Yes, on my way home after a late shift at the hospital,” she laughed. “Not quite the same, is it?” “No dear, I feel a lot will change living here.” “And just think, on your sixtieth birthday you celebrate by watching nature’s beauty in Thailand.” “Thank you, dar...
Weekly Contest #67
“The police don't fucking believe me!” “What did you tell them?” “What do you think? I told them what I saw.” Pub owner, Jimmy, scratched his unshaven jowls. The sound of scraping calloused fingers against a three-day growth was better than the sight of the fat chin wobble. His customer cringed. “Do you want another beer?” Jimmy pointed at Spike’s empty glass. “You don’t believe me either?” “Let’s just say, you and your mates have kept this pub running, by getting a few down your necks.” “Yeah, you’ll lose me as a cus...
Weekly Contest #66
“Where is my angel?” “Here I am daddy.” “Now, what are these police officers doing to you?” “Nothing, they are just asking me questions.” “Where is your mum?” “She is in there,” Billie-Jo points across the corridor. “She won’t be long, sir,” a policewoman said. “What happened?” “There was a nasty accident. Your daughter, uh, witnessed it. We need to ask her a few questions.” “Are you okay, princess?” Jack asked his smiling daughter. His darling daughter was thinking back, she was replaying the scene in her mind. “How can I dance with a boy i...
Weekly Contest #65
“Why did you drag me in here?” she asked while adding red to her lips. “A chance to be alone, why else?” Nathan fidgeted. “Christ, Nath, there are loads of parties we could go to.” “Yes, but everyone knows us. Here we can be together.” “What’s in your bag?” Shirley looked at him and tutted. “This my dear is a tent, a heater, and a box of chocolates. What more do you need?” The tuts got louder. “I don’t suppose you have a five-star hotel in there, do you?” There was a break in the clouds, the full moon shined on them. The gravestones su...
Weekly Contest #64
Write a ghost story where there’s more going on than it first appears. Out on the Moor. My Sister the Dandelion “I didn’t feel it, I didn’t hear it. I knew it was there. Like a dandelion seed floating by my ear. I sensed it.” Jim said to his sister. He expected no answer. A tear dropped, splashing closed eyelids. “I know you are here, I feel that too.” “Come on, Jim. Time to close the lid,” said the coroner, putting his arm around the boy. Jim’s mum eased him away from the polished wooden box holding his beloved sister. J...
Weekly Contest #63
Write about two characters going apple picking. SCRUMPING “I thought you were going to get me some apples?” Abby glared at her husband. “I am, give me a chance,” Andy tutted, “Can’t you see I’m busy?” “Put your betting slips away, and get outside, find me at least thirty cookers for my pies. And I mean now!” Andy ducked as a wooden spoon skimmed his head and thudded into the television. “And don’t forget a bag to carry them in. Unlike last time. Idiot.” “Bloody women,” he breathed as he searched for his...
Weekly Contest #61
Write about a character who smells something familiar and is instantly taken back to the first moment they smelled it. Serve it with Floss by Colin Devonshire - colin@dark-novels.com “Hi, Mr Perkins, your father is in his room.” “Is he okay? No dramas?” “He is fine.” “Thanks, I’ll go and see him. Oh, my son is in the garden with one of your carers. Can you show him the way to his grandad’s room when he’s ready?” “Of course. Have a nice visit,” the nurse smiled and bustled down the corridor. “Hello dad, how are you feeling today?...
Weekly Contest #10
Write a story about a character who remains resilient even when things feel like they're constantly going wrong.I Will!I’m not the oldest, I’m not the baby of the family, the third oldest, the second youngest. What does that tell you? Not much I guess.My name is Charlie Nutz, Charlie after my grandfather, and Nutz, well, we are nuts. We should have a longer surname, but my grandfather changed it, a Jewish name was not helpful at that time.We now live in north London, a foreign-sounding name is not a problem here. The other kids at ...
Weekly Contest #9
“Good morning my dear, would you like a cup of tea?”“I could kill for a cuppa, thank you.”A croaky voice answered through bandages. The flowery quilt covered most of the escapee from a pyramid. I sniggered at the thought. I busied myself in our new kitchen, hunting for my favourite mug and its matching pink sister. Two bags of Lipton tossed accurately into the cups, proudly grinning at the unseen skill, then added the hot water. All I needed was the milk jug.“Where is it? Obviously, it is in the fridge.”Not only was the kitchen new, but...
Weekly Contest #8
“Ni, Khun och!”“What?”My head felt like a wasp’s nest, large, noisy and thumping with activity. The man was not happy; He was pointing to the bus's door; It seemed a light year away in the distance. “Where am I?He grunted, I was none the wiser, and in no state to push this any further. Wobbling to my feet and making my way juddering to the front. There were no other passengers, no luggage.“Did I have a bag? Must have?”Turning, “Bag?”A shrug was the answer, he glared as I peered at the back seat. The reason for his unfriendly behaviour b...
Weekly Contest #7
“That is not a word!”“Oh yes, it is!”“I bet it’s not in the dictionary?”“Have a look then.”A thick book was dragged from the shelf, skinny pages leafed through.“See it’s not there.”“You are looking in the wrong place.”“Ow is not a word!”“It is in the Thai dictionary!” Tom the younger of the twins sniggered at his brother. Tim lashed out, missed.The twins glared at each other. Only their mother could tell them apart, and she hated telling them off. “Now, now boys give it a break. Words are nothing to argue over.”“But Mum, this ...
Weekly Contest #4
An Aquarian Exposition: 3 Days of Hell and Noise!I came to live here in peace, what do I get?My Generation? Listen to them.I thought I had found heaven. Living on a dairy farm a full fifty miles away from the torture of New York seemed like a paradise. It was.Now what is going on? I stirred, shaken awake, the normally peaceful surroundings were now alive with action, bustle and people, trucks and tons of equipment. What is it all for? Birds no longer sang.The last couple of days were bad enough, people were moving things, big things. The noi...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
9 likes
