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
5 Ways to Write More Creative Sex
November 09, 2026
People on the Page: Crafting Characters Readers Care About
November 10, 2026
Write Stunning Sentences
November 12, 2026
The Art of Trope Marketing
November 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 Sep, 2025
Winner of Weekly Contest #378 🏆
CW: Hospice and discussions of hospice care and murder/euthanization If you’ve worked with the dying for a long time, you learn that there’s a certain smell to it. Perhaps people would expect me to instinctively know the smell of death, but no. It was something I had to learn. Once I learned, I could pick up the subtle curls of the scent wafting off the skin hours before anyone else. Except, perhaps, for animals. They say cats will curl up with nursing home residents who are the next to die. I wonder if they’re acting out of an effort to c...
Weekly Contest #353
Evie was only six years old the first time she met a unicorn. It was not, as she had thought, a horse with a horn on its head. Rather, it was like a horse, a goat, and a deer, all mushed together. Its legs were long and slender, with bifurcated hooves, like a deer’s. It had a mane like a horse, and horse-like eyes, all dark and soft-lashed. And it had a wispy beard and tufted hooves, like a goat. But it also had a horn, pale and keratinous, and a long tail that ended in a tuft of fur. It snorted, skittish, as Evie approached it. “Mom! It doe...
Weekly Contest #348
The Center for Integration and Recovery is a red-brick building designed to host more patients than it’s currently managing. That means it’s trying for ‘restful and cozy’, but between the fluorescent and white hospital vibes and the hallways full of empty rooms, it lands in ‘we are one step above uncanny valley.’ Expressing this to Dr. Lovelace has changed nothing, though she does smile sympathetically. She does that a lot. “It is a new facility, and not a lot of people have had this procedure before,” she says. “Perhaps sticking to the area...
Weekly Contest #345
There are eight objects. All of them must fit into a suitcase. The suitcase cannot exceed the dimensions of the underside of an airline seat and must weigh only twenty pounds. The first: A baby blanket. One of the edges is badly chewed. Another is stained black, and crumbles when touched. She cradles it, one hand tucked beneath, as she settles it into the corners of the suitcase. The blackened edge is gathered under, out of the way, where it will not be jostled. The second: A sewing kit. The case is battered, cracked plastic. The threads a...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
28 likes
