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
Writing a Memoir Readers Will Love
May 17, 2026
How to Write a Winning Short Story
May 05, 2026
How to Write Irresistible Romantasy
April 19, 2026
Query with Confidence: How to Write and Submit a Query Letter
April 14, 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 #347
Always the One to Blame The leftover pasta stares at me accusingly from the shelf above, its lid smeared red at one corner. Cold light spills over the yogurt cups arranged in a perfect row on the spotless glass below. I grab the container and shut the fridge door. Reaching into the cabinet above the coffee machine, I carefully take out a navy Tommy Bahama bowl. “How much longer until the food’s ready? I’m starving,” my husband shouts from upstairs. We live in a two-story townhome, and he has a room of his own on the second floor. To save hi...
Weekly Contest #346
I Love You Endlessly Content warning: This story contains themes of illness, separation, and emotional loss. “I love you endlessly.” I mouth the words while looking straight into the camera. I want him to know I’m looking right at him. A video call cannot truly do that, but he will know I mean it with everything in me. Then I trace a heart in the air with both hands, and my grandfather smiles widely. Beside him, my grandmother adjusts her glasses and squints at the screen. “I love you, and I can’t wait to see you in a few months.” I repeat t...
Weekly Contest #345
After the Lights Came On Trigger warning: distressing themes, grief, and emotional trauma. My furry friends are waiting for me. They are the ones on my mind as I turn the key in the lock. Not the date. Not the pain in my legs after the long walk home. Not even the familiar worry that has lived in our house for the past year, pressing into every part of our lives. They’re the first thing I think of. Their soft ears. Their twitching noses. The way they perk up when they hear my steps. The watermelon rind I saved for them this morning. I open ...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
26 likes
