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
Live Editing #4 with Noah Charney
January 26, 2026
Previous events
Raising the Stakes: Build Tension on Every Page
January 19, 2026
Level Up Your Writing in 2026
January 18, 2026
First Impressions: Rocking the First Line and Paragraph
January 12, 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 Oct, 2024
Submitted to Contest #272
Two boys found themselves in front of the house door at the end of Mary's Street. The same house was consumed by flames years ago, the house still mysteriously intact, but now tinted in a burned black. The grass in the garden never grew back the same way again. - Scared? -Hugo asked sassily as usual, messing with Koren's black hair, and Koren pushed him away. - Me? Never. Maybe you, Blondie - They had been arguing for what felt like hours under the old house's porch; neither of them was brave enough to go there alone nor admit to being scare...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
7 likes
