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
Publishing in Audio: What You Need to Know in 2026
February 10, 2026
Previous events
What's in a Name? Naming Characters, Places & Titles
February 09, 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 Dec, 2023
Submitted to Contest #292
I wake this morning to my colorless life yet again. Shrewd in shades of black and white and gray, I find a certain dullness to my life that I didn’t feel was present recently. I’ve done everything to fulfill my life: marry a good man, give birth to two beautiful children, and spend my days writing when I’m not taking care of the house. My life is nuclear and unchanging. And I love it. But today, today is a different story. My life has always been colorless, it has never been quite like this. The walls are now staring at me, begging me to tea...
Submitted to Contest #291
The darkness in which I lay is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got there or what to do. I look and look around me, but all I see is the kind of black you could only imagine. It is so dark and serene, one would only think that there would be a glimmer or a reflection, but it is just pure nothingness. I can’t even tell if I am standing or floating. I don’t know where is up or where is down, where is north, south, east, or west. Suddenly, I feel a light breeze brush upon my skin from behind. I close my eyes and think about what I love. When I op...
Submitted to Contest #240
I am a boat. I am sailing. I am small. I am gone, floating away. The sea is my mother, the wind my father, the waves my sisters and brothers. I am a boat. I am sailing. I am small. I am gone. My father seems angry. He’s rustling and bustling and hustling, making my brothers rustle and bustle and hustle too. My sisters stay calm. My mother accepts all my father gives to her, calm, angry, whatever he gives she takes. I like to think it’s so he doesn't affect me or my siblings, but nothing could stop my father for he is angry. And I’m thr...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
5 likes
