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Submitted to Contest #96
Mama always told me I was too naive. She said that my dysfunctional brain would soon enough be fucked by someone more defective than myself, and sure enough, she was right. She would always insult me under her breath, you know? But I loved my mama, the same way she loved me. I remember the way that she would pull my hair, as she brushed it, the innocent reminder that she was in charge no matter the circumstances. I thanked her, I really did. I let her know how grateful I was that she made me into who I am today. I would´ve never been this st...
Submitted to Contest #92
The partial or total absence of light. The definition of darkness. The partial or total absence of emotion. The definition of my darkness My entire world, apathetic to the darkness that swarms around me. Do they not feel what I feel? Are the others filled with the color and feeling that I lack? In some ways I would never be sure to know if I am the only one who sees the world this way. Considering that I too can dress the way they do, and I too can act and smile and laugh the same way. So I wonder, do they feel my...
Submitted to Contest #91
Red. Her eyes were red, I could almost see the anger smoking out of them. I knew this would be my last warning as I heard the “click click click” of her pen, giving me that all so familiar smile that told I needed to be quiet. I look around me, a sense of relief falling over my thoughts when I see all of the brightly colored books stacked neatly on the tall shelves around me. But still, there was that sense of discomfort just lingering around me and I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I feel panic as my notebook drops down on...
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