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
Book Proposals, Demystified
April 07, 2026
From Submission to Publication
March 19, 2026
Writing Beyond Your "Brand"
March 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 Jul, 2020
Weekly Contest #221
October Surprise by Paul Brassard My eyes popped open at the familiar double-chime of the front doorbell. Must be more trick-or-treaters. I shot right up from my recliner. No inching forward. No propping myself up on the arms to get into a standing position. I figured I must have had one hell of a sleep. I felt better than I had in months—rested and light on my feet. Colbert was on TV, the sound so low I could barely hear it. Evie probably turned it down when she went to bed. The doorbell rang again, this time in three insistent...
Weekly Contest #120
Sitting inches apart on the piano bench, their hands hovered over the keyboard of the old upright. Jake could barely breathe. I can’t believe I’m here with her. Isabella was so close that one of her blond curls brushed against his arm. A light waft of vanilla, like fresh-baked cupcakes, rose to his nostrils. Just as he had imagined, she smelled as wonderful as she looked. He examined her long slender fingers suspended next to his. I wonder what it would feel like to hold her hand. Without moving a muscle, he glanced out of the corner of his ...
Weekly Contest #108
Shaking, Neala sat in the small canvas-covered boat, waist-deep in flopping mackerel and seawater. At the other end of the teeming curragh, her Da lay on his back, unconscious and bleeding, a torn piece of fishing net floating beside him. For three days now, Neala and her father had gotten up hours before the sun—and Mam—to secretly practice rowing and netting in the dark, for the spring mackerel run was happening soon. She had never done any real fishing with Da before today. In fact, she’d never even so much as set a foot in a working cu...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
4 likes
