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Trigger warning: Themes of death Who am I? I’m still me, am I not? Am I? I often pondered this while I sat under the blossom tree, day after day, night after night. Of course, though, I can’t be me. How can I be someone if I no longer have a person to be? Others like myself have passed me over the years. Wandering souls seems to be the term used most for people like me. People. We aren’t people anymore, and I am not wandering. I always thought death was difficult to think about. It never scared me because there is nothing to be scared abou...
Trigger warning: Themes of suicide and drug abuse. I regret looking her way because now, I am addicted; she's drawing me in, absorbing me. We are becoming the same person, fusing together. I am transforming into the one thing I refused to be. All because of her. She is changing me, but I consented to be damned. I allowed her to consume me so we could be one. I could have chosen him instead, but the only happiness he offered was so far away. She may damage my lungs and only last an hour, but I crave that hour of pure bliss. Her voice whi...
The breeze is cool, but not cold. The day's heat had passed, and the sky was adorned with bright colours, exactly like the first time. The wood planks beneath my feet smoothed down after years of holding together love that was bound to be broken. I was also at fault in believing this bridge could keep our love close to its heart. I watch as lovers as foolish as I was are clasping their locks to this bridge, believing their love is safe. I felt the same once, so I do not interfere. One day, they will wake up to seize the day, then realise the...
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