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
Raising the Stakes: Build Tension on Every Page
January 19, 2026
Level Up Your Writing in 2026
January 18, 2026
Previous events
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 Dec, 2019
Submitted to Contest #104
Are you coming tonight came the dulcet tones of the local beautician hoping to confirm another victim’s presence to her widely publicised lip inflator party being held later that day. No came the sharp reply whose voice I recognised to be my neighbour albeit heard through the open top window of my double glazed front room window. I’ll speak to you later was her final words as her garage door slammed shut preventing further discussion and putting an impenetrable barrier between herself and the advancing beautician. My neighbour, Hortense w...
Submitted to Contest #102
A sad but true account written in memory of lost friends............. The date is imprinted on my mind, 14th July 1972. It was a Friday, it was a warm sunny day, but the worst thing about such a fine sunny day was that it was going to be ruined. Why, because it was the school sports day. I hated school sports day because I am not the type of person who likes to be at the forefront of attention and as I was to take part in the event, for me it was a day of dread! The day began by having to attend school at eight thirty, taking with...
Submitted to Contest #100
I remember that very first evening feeling feverish, sweat running down my back leaving the telltale damp patch down the centre of my clean shirt. I was unfortunately seated close to a crackling oak log fire which didn’t help matters, but I was too polite, too English to ask to move to another seat. My hand trembled as I reached out to select a few potato crisps and soft cheese apericubes from the array of nibbles Madame Dubois had prepared as an aperitif. It was our first invitation to dinner since we had moved permanently to France...
Submitted to Contest #99
A sad but true account written in memory of lost friends.............The date is imprinted on my mind, 14th July 1972. It was a Friday, it was a warm sunny day, but the worst thing about such a fine sunny day was that it was going to be ruined. Why, because it was the school sports day.I hated school sports day because I am not the type of person who likes to be at the forefront of attention and as I was to take part in the event, for me it was a day of dread!The day began by having to attend school at eight thirty, taking with you your spor...
Submitted to Contest #95
The house we owned in France was edged, land wise by our nearest neighbour, Christian, whose farmhouse was some 3 km’s away. Christian would wave at me and my wife as he passed along the public lane in his trusty old Ford tractor leaving a cloud of black diesel smoke behind him. One Sunday, we were having lunch alfresco with a couple of French friends Patrick and his wife Blandine. We were about to sample our third bottle of wine each, when Patrick asked if we had heard of the French pass time of cloud spotting, which for those uninit...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
20 likes
