Menu

More apps built by Reedsy

Assemble a team of professionals

The writing app for authors

Writing courses, events and memberships

Get your book reviewed

Weekly writing prompts and contests

Menu
Prompts
Contests
Stories
Blog

Layla Bloom

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

Stories
Comments
Library
3 Followers
2 Following

3 Stories

23 karma pts

?

Should I Stay?

They made me from sticks and stones, so why do I feel like jelly? I can’t quite remember why I came back now, I was good and far away… I glance in my rearview mirror, debating if I should just turn around. I am not welcome, that’s a fact. But, mother wanted me there… So I will be there. That’s that. I just can’t help thinking of the last time I visited, Christmas Eve, 2 years ago. That was a scandal in my small town. I left my family to handle the gossip… and now here we are. I really should not go! It will be disastrous! Mother only think...

1 like 0 comments 0
Read story

I Can't do This.

The clink of forks on ceramic plates was the only noise in the room, aside from the silence. Daphne's mother stared foggily up at the dusty glass chandelier above the pinewood table. Her father and sister stared down at their plates, bouncing their knees. Daphne simply sat, staring at the empty seat across the table. Her hands were twined in her lap, her joints locked like cement. She suddenly remembered to breathe and glanced around. Her family all seemed glassy eyes and subdued. Even Lucy's frizzy hair was less voluminous. The silence of t...

1 like 0 comments 0
Read story

Birthday is an Ugly Word

Weekly Contest #163

In a large bedroom on the second story of a millionaires mansion in California, a tall girl with black hair that shines in the moonlight sat on the brick wall of her small terrace. She swung her socked feet gently as she watched the gentle wind sway the tulips that she had planted last summer. The breeze blew the scent of citrus from the orchard across from her house over to her. She inhaled and smiled, closing her eyes.  She could hear the stream behind her house, the frogs and crickets singing inside it. The leaves swayed and shook w...

9 likes 2 comments 2
Read story