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
Previous events
Raising the Stakes: Build Tension on Every Page
January 19, 2026
Level Up Your Writing in 2026
January 18, 2026
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 Jul, 2021
Submitted to Contest #200
October 2, 2008 I don't know why I did it. Boredom, I think. We'd already played 100 poker games, and no one felt like sharing scary stories in the candlelight. Or maybe they really didn't have any to tell. Not everyone grows up in a house haunted by five different ghosts, after all. Daniel would say it was just me being mean, but whatever. I don't feel bad about it at all. The third floor is for girls only. No boys allowed. It's the rule. When I heard the guy's voice from the staircase, what else was I supposed to do? Ignore it, I gues...
Submitted to Contest #194
A gust blew from the deck, through the covered walkway, tousling the loose strands hanging down Sachi’s face, before rattling the glass panes of the sliding doors at the top of the wooden steps where a young woman stood. She wore a kimono with a careful splash of red at the bottom where embroidered karabana flowers rose up to color the garment that was otherwise as white as snow. Her skin that showed was equally pale, her lips were lightly tinted with the same splash of color, and her big round eyes were the brown of late autumn. Sachi ...
Submitted to Contest #186
There you are. I knew there was a Housekeeper in here, but you hid yourself so well I couldn't find you. What you doing in there? Sitting. I can see that, and that wasn't the question. You know the place is empty, right? I do. So why aren't you out here? I…I like it here. What? This part of the attic the location of a missing head from a gruesome murder a hundred years ago? This house isn't that old. There’s only been one family. Why don't you come out then? Well? This is my space. Was. Not anymore. The world is yo...
Submitted to Contest #102
Thursday. He is standing at the edge of the sidewalk, his back to the road, his heels right on the periphery. One push and he would tumble back, down. If it happens, will passing cars immediately notice in the darkness of the winter evening? Yes or no, he doesn’t seem to care. Or maybe he doesn’t notice.His eyes are on the ground, looking around, but without urgency. I don’t see anything, but there’s a good chance his quarry is invisible to my naked eyes, so I watch where I place my booted feet as I walk by.When I turn the corner and walk th...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
16 likes
