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
How to Write a Synopsis
August 26, 2026
Finding Your Edge in Commercial Fiction
August 31, 2026
How to Self-publish a Bestseller in 2026
September 05, 2026
True Stories with Michael Finkel
September 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 Nov, 2019
Weekly Contest #354
Captain Alton Quegg’s Leg “Am I speaking to Warren Quegg?” A voice ask me over my cell phone. “Speaking.” I affirm, “And who might I be speaking to?” “I am Mr. Lionel Godfrey, attorney.” He answered. “What have I done?” I shrugged as I step into an empty elevator. “I wanted to contact you about your Uncle Reny Quegg’s estate.” He ignored my feeble attempt at humor. Most people do. “My uncle and I were not close.” I remember his callous and rude attitude the last time he spoke. It was a week before his demise. I think he did himself in, but t...
Weekly Contest #353
I am professor Almeck Geboddi, and I am recording this tape to substantiate our findings on this expedition to seek the origins of the ancient epic poem about Gilgamesh King of Uruk of Mesopotamia. Our team included three world renown researchers in the field of ancient Sumerian texts; first was Damon Broswick, Ranata Becskel, and Anton Pantazis. They were chosen as an international team of experts in field of research. Our findings are quite shocking as out discoveries seem to contradict former conclusions from the past about these texts. ...
Weekly Contest #352
When Marcel Deneuve was born, everyone knew there was something just not right about him. Walking awkwardly into the classroom on his first day of school, with his large nose and crooked smile, some of the kids began to talk about him and point behind his back as he passed them. When he began to draw a picture like everyone else, the picture he drew got everyone’s attention almost immediately. When some of the boys pointed and chuckled at the picture he was drawing, he told everyone in his class about the colors of a rainbow and the hues o...
Weekly Contest #351
It seems every Thursday at the Meckley Manor when the cleaning ladies arrive, suddenly the mundane events of the past week melt away. I’ve lived here for the past few months and while this wreck of a place carries the name “manor,” don’t be fooled by its fancy title. This fleabag flop house is anything but a manor. It is hard to believe that I, Sir Eli Marshall will write his final chapter in this dreary excuse of a boarding house. But the cleaning ladies are the only distraction there is for a man of my pedigree and distinction. Before lan...
Weekly Contest #350
You’ve seen those machines where there are a lot of enticing toys spread underneath this giant silver four prong claw. When you stuff some coins into the slot, the claw begins to move. Using your dexterity and fine motor skills, you maneuver the claw to hover over one of the prizes at the bottom. You must be precise, because one wrong move will open the claw, sending your prize back into the heap at the bottom. With only a certain amount of time to maneuver the claw, you must also be decisive and in complete control. These are the skills req...
Weekly Contest #349
When you play with fire, you going to get burned. That’s what my old man told me, but I never figured I’d be living it. Here I am wondering if I’d be better off getting killed like my own family and the rest of people who lived in my neighborhood. Sometimes surviving isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be as I walk along this deserted highway, my bag slung over my shoulder under the killing sky. It all started eight days ago when trucks filled with army munitions pulled into an abandoned track of land where a base was constructed during Worl...
Weekly Contest #348
Since as far back as I could remember, my name was Darrin. It was the name everybody knew me by, my grandma and my grandpa, my classmates, all my teachers, but there was something not quite right in all of this. You see, my grandpa was a scientist at the university where he taught advanced biology. Later I would learn that did a lot more than teach. As I wander these empty streets of darkness, there is a dreadful darkness that haunts my soul. Ever since I was just a boy, I had questions that I couldn’t answer regarding my origins or where...
Weekly Contest #347
Welcome to Milford, Tennessee set in the foothills of the idyllic Smokie Mountains. With a population of around six thousand. Most of the good citizens of Milford have roots that go back before the American Revolution. I had sent here about a curious story of a legendary man named Jim Bagly. It was during the summer of 1962 as I recall when I was still just a rookie stringer for a Nashville publication. “Could you send in Lathers?” Mr. Nash asked his secretary over the intercom. “Certainly, Mr. Nash.” She acknowledged. That was my first c...
Weekly Contest #346
“When the red-light flashes, make sure you are clear of the transporter unit unless you have been cleared to travel.” Dr. Hoyt Whinegarter told us as we crowed around the huge transporter cable of teleporting a person from one location to another through a system of circuits that reduce mass into electronic impulses. According to the booklet, the traveler would not feel anything until he or she was assembled back into the physical form they had left with. “Never thought I’d live to see this.” Engineer Said Mohab whispered out o the side of ...
Weekly Contest #345
It’s my second day on this train from Washington D.C. to Springfield Illinois. When we arrive at the depot there, I will serve as a poll bearer for our fallen leader President Abraham Lincoln. We are currently traveling across Ohio and will arrive in Springfield early in the morning. I have seen thousands of people line both sides of the railroad t I sracks to bid him farewell. “Hey kid, are you even old enough to be wearing that uniform?” A soldier with a long gray beard and a white streak on both sides of his head just above his ears. He n...
Weekly Contest #344
I remember the whole thing as if it was yesterday. While I was standing on the deck of the ship I was assigned to the Martin Alexander, a merchant marine tanker for the U.S. Navy when the USS Elderidge which was a destroyer escort (DE 173) vanished while me and Carl were having a smoke. “What the hell.” Carl’s eyes were open wide as he dropped his smoke into the water. A green mist surrounded the ship and when the mist cleared, the ship had vanished into thin air. “I have no idea.” I gasped. “Well, I sure as hell saw it disappear.” His voic...
Weekly Contest #343
Dr. Jonas Coniff was the department head of the Biology Department at Yale University where once been a contender for a Nobel Prize for his work on genetic research. Publishing several articles in The New England Journal of Science and Medicine, Jonas had earned the respect of his peers and students. His fame did not come without his critics however since he was known as a persnickety curmudgeon who lived alone in his apartment overlooking the Quinnipiac River in Fair Haven. It was a scenic view, but a solitary one at that. No one really kn...
Weekly Contest #342
“Next.” The weary looking white bearded man sitting at a very ancient desk said without even looking up. The next person standing in a very long line stepped up to the desk. The weary looking man glanced up at the next person standing in line, “Welcome…Zane Demmont…to Heaven.” “Why am I here?” Zane asked as he looking around. “Why do you think?” The weary looking man folded his hands in front of him, “You have passed from your previous life and have come here for your final judgment.” “So, these are the pearly gates I’ve heard about?” He gl...
Weekly Contest #341
There is one place in this city, I never want to see again. St. Xavier’s Psychiatric Hospital in Baltimore is a place I promised myself I’d never darken the door ever again. When they closed the facility about ten years ago, I figured I’d make good on that promise.But lately, I’ve been hearing the voices ordering me to go back there. The voices are very persuasive at times. “The nurse will make sure you have your prescriptions ready for you before you leave.” Dr. Fontane told me without looking up from the note he was scribbling in my chart...
Weekly Contest #340
Hey, good morning, I’m Benedict Rollings, author of over one hundred children’s books. I have delivered more than my share of happily ever after endings than any other author I know. I don’t wish to brag, but I just can’t help it. So, my agent once asked me, “Ben, how have you come up with so many successful publications?” Well, Ken, I told him, I have been blessed with a very active imagination where I feel as if I have a personal relationship with all of my pro and antagonists. Then he raised an eyebrow and asks, “Has any of your character...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
3 likes
