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
True Stories with Michael Finkel
September 14, 2026
The Final Frontier: Writing Science Fiction
September 15, 2026
The Long Haul: How to Build a Writing Career That Lasts
September 21, 2026
Better Villains, Stronger Stories
September 28, 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 Jun, 2026
Weekly Contest #369
Sensitive content note: This story deals with cancer, death, grief and loss. I woke up with a terrific hangover, thanks to that gigantic bottle of Jamiesons you bought for show. Wiping the sludge from my eyes after last night’s pity-me fest. Sunlight streamed through the bathroom window and into the loungeroom, biting at my eyes. The shower was waiting; its floor dry from lack of use. Such a stupid, wasteful invention for this thing called grief. It doesn’t belong in a morning like this, my sadness overlooked by such a meaningless contrapti...
Weekly Contest #363
That Day the Snow Changed MeWe had talked about travelling to the snow more times than I could count. It was always one of those things we said we would do one day — to the point of purchasing ski gear from a garage sale, as if we were somehow manifesting the dream.I’m not sure how the idea first came about, but I remember it was Ray who suggested it. I knew the decision meant bending the rules, something I wasn’t comfortable with.Ray was right, though, when he said, “What are you going to remember looking back — the time you chucked a sicki...
Weekly Contest #362
Content note: This story contains themes of end-of-life care, voluntary assisted dying, grief, and death. Still WarmRay opened a new box of teabags and dropped one into a mug. He reached for the kettle and yawned as steam fogged the lenses of his glasses. He made his tea the same way every time — water, milk, 2 sugars — and left the teabag intact.With careful steps, he carried his morning brew to the loungeroom and set it on the glass coffee table before lowering himself onto the old leather lounge.He picked up his iPad and opened his solita...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
1 like
