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Weekly Contest #335
“Well, I wasn't expecting that,” Margot says as the olive pit she spit out rolls across the marble floor.“You should know by now that in this family, you must always expect the unexpected,” I say, dabbing my napkin at the mix of spittle and olive juices remaining on the table. I flick my eyes over to an attendant who reads my expression and begins to crawl across the floor, wiping the trail the olive pit made during its flight.“So that's it? You married him?” Margot says, her face flustered.“I did indeed,” I say, staring over her shoulder as...
Weekly Contest #292
Alright, the new Reedsy prompts were just posted. Let’s see the post title… “Colour Your World.” Wait—color is actually spelled that way? I always thought it was C-O-L-O-R, not C-O-L-O-U-R. Am I developing late-stage dyslexia? Let’s look it up.Oh, okay, so it’s spelled both ways. I guess that’s fine. But who in their right mind would spell it C-O-L-O-U-R? Ah—Canadians. That checks out.Ok… So the host of the contest is a Canadian publisher… Does this mean I have to write my whole story spelling “color” as “Colour”? I mean, I don’t want to off...
Weekly Contest #240
This story contains themes or mentions of sexual violence, physical violence, and mental health problems.A waterlogged breeze wisps through my ex-mother-in-law’s lace veil, which hangs over her mascara-streaked eyes, and bats away her tears for her. Beside her, my ex-father-in-law and ex-husband stare at me, their eyes accusing, silently conveying a message that says, “You know you're guilty. We know you killed your baby.” I look back down at the tiny coffin being placed into the ground, surrounded by my family. I forced myself to come to th...
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