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 Long Haul: How to Build a Writing Career That Lasts
September 21, 2026
Better Villains, Stronger Stories
September 28, 2026
Live Query Letter Editing
October 05, 2026
Write Stunning Sentences
October 26, 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 Feb, 2026
Weekly Contest #365
Story contains notions of alcoholism and some mild gore “Why shoul’ I believe you?” The man’s words ran together in a slur as he spoke. He leaned heavily against the prison wall, his long, greasy hair a curtain of ebony in front of his pale face. The air about him wreaked of stale ale and unwashed body odor, though Bauis didn’t know where a man, especially one lacking such wits, even managed to find booze within the confinements of the cell. “Now, Jarsa,” Bauis replied in an appeasing tone that masked his frustration. “I already told you. My...
Weekly Contest #345
Most people found checklists monotonous. Not Lynn. As a high masking autistic woman, Lynn found comfort in step-by-step procedures. They ran her life. When she left home, she stood at the door. Phone. Purse. Cup of tea. Sunglasses. At work she walked into the office. Lunch in fridge. Clock in. Spray out kennels. Rotate dogs in the exercise yards. Scrub. That’s what the day looked like at the boarding facility she worked for.“Niner Zulu Papa, runway eight, line up and wait.” ...
Weekly Contest #344
Every part of the new Ford B model rattled as it bounded over the uneven terrain, jouncing the three occupants in the bed, as well as some old farm tools, around as it went. Dust flew, and Gunner John O'Halloran covered his nose with his white undershirt to keep from breathing it in. He leaned forward, using the top of the truck’s cab to steady his elbows, holding the army-issued Lewis machine gun tight to his shoulder. He closed one eye, looking down the rib of the gun, searching for his target. There. Ahead on the left side, bodies dressed...
Weekly Contest #343
Blue SkiesThe rolling hills, dressed in a blanket of white, stretched for miles in every direction. They had no end, except where they met the Periwinkle sky and the rising sun. Light reflected off the snow, blinding an onlooker who stood alone, staring down into the valley. A breeze passed, biting against the exposed skin of his cheeks and nose. He hardly noticed. The cold felt distant, just like the light of the sun, just like everything else before him. It all belonged in a dream. A dream he wanted so desperately to wake from. He squinted...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
6 likes
