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
The Bigger Picture: Writing with a Series in Mind
April 13, 2026
Writing Beyond Your "Brand"
March 16, 2026
Writing Sprint Session #2
February 18, 2026
Crafting Cinematic Characters
February 16, 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 Oct, 2020
Shortlisted for Contest #224 ⭐️
NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS APOCALYPTIC THEMES AND SOME SLIGHT CURSING.2031 AD01001001/01000011/01000001/01001110/01010100/01010011/01001100/01000101 01000101/01010000Aric leaned over Doctor Drue Bruwell’s shoulder. With his dyslexia, he didn’t even bother trying to make sense of the ones and zeroes.“What did it say?” he asked. Drue stared at the binary digits inquisitively, clearly seeing something within them that Aric could not. Without looking down, she wrote something on a small notepad in front of her. After a long time, she let out...
Weekly Contest #102
Little old Dotty Bennet had a lion’s head! What a mane it had, too, and ferocious teeth, a real wild hunter that you’d think might pounce right off the wall and onto you. Adults, they say it couldn’t come alive if Doctor Frankenstein had done his best work on it, and things of that nature just wouldn’t happen around parts like these, but when we sat together as kids and thought about it, what other purpose could it serve if not to protect the old golfing clubs and baseball cards behind the front counter? The taxidermist had left its eyes ...
Weekly Contest #64
A pastor in a raincoat and umbrellas huddled together for warmth. This is the scene in early November. Wind out of the north, stumbling south, spitting cold rain into the face of the midwest the whole trip through. Shivering car engines tick down the seconds as loved ones trample wet grass towards the hole dug into the center of a decomposing township. They can’t wait to get out of there any more than the dead couldn’t wait to get in. This is the way the chill dances through a crowd, tickling exposed skin where layering up wasn’t d...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
17 likes
