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
Live Query Letter Editing
October 05, 2026
Making a Living as an Indie Author
October 12, 2026
Say it Right: How to Write Good Dialogue
October 13, 2026
Mastering Pacing: When to Speed Up and When to Slow Down
October 19, 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, 2022
Weekly Contest #367
The room was so loud. Thirty-three children and two adults crammed into one classroom. What made me believe volunteering for this Christmas pageant was a good idea? Jade must have caught me at a weak moment when she asked if I could help. “Come on, Kate. You have fantastic sewing skills. I would just need you to help in the costume department. Please?” She looks at me with her puppy-dog eyes, and her hands folded as if she’s going to pray. “Please, please, Kate?” She now has her head tilted to one side, like a dog begging for a treat. “Okay,...
Weekly Contest #212
Hi Masie, June 10 I just got home from dropping you off. I was so proud of you getting on the bus. Summer camp should be so much fun. I hope you make some new friends. It’s nice that Leah is with you. I’ll be sure to write you every day. ❤️ Love, ❤️ Mom Dear Masie, June 10 Mom said I had to write you a stupid letter. I hope you have fun. That’s what she told me to say. Your brother TJ 🤣🌠 Dear Mommy, ...
“Clarence, where are you, big guy?” Oh please, it’s not like you can’t see me lying on this platform you give me. Every day, it’s the same thing. Clarence, Clarence. That’s my name. Don't wear it out. I might as well stretch and get up. After all, there should be some nice red meat being served up soon. I jump down from the platform and walk to the door that lets me out of this boring cage. I’ll get to see my girls too. “There’s my buddy. How you doing, big guy?” I yawn big at Steve. He’s the guy that will open the door for me. Buddy, my ...
Weekly Contest #186
“Hey Caroline, what’s up?” “April, you will not believe this; are you sitting down? Friday night; it’s happening.” “What makes you say that?” “I overheard Jack talking to Doug. He said that Friday night is the night.” “He could have been telling Doug that Friday was the first hockey game of the season, or he has to get a root canal.” “Oh, April, you’re not much of a romantic, are you? You forget that as the receptionist that sits outside of Doug’s office, I can hear just about any conversation.” “Isn’t it rude to eavesdrop? I’m sure it...
Weekly Contest #183
It’s snowing, and the forecast is for a foot or more accumulation. Like with any apocalyptic storm predicted, we stocked up on food, water, toilet paper, and even kitty litter. Why take a chance? Now the only thing left to do is entertain ourselves. Barney’s idea of entertainment is sitting in the recliner napping or watching marathons of any show he stumbles upon while he channel surfs. This is all he does regardless of the weather. I need to take a walk for my sanity, so I put on my thermal underwear, pull on my boots, and grab my coat, h...
Weekly Contest #161
I'm in the kitchen making Noah’s lunch for school. I glance at the clock. “Noah, the bus will be here soon.” “Mom, there’s a dog on the porch. Can we keep him? I think Dad and God sent him.” He sounds so excited. Noah had just turned five when Mike died in a car accident. In Sunday School he learned that when you die you went to heaven, but he didn’t understand that Mike would not be coming home ever again. He would cry himself to sleep, and I would hold him, with my heart breaking for him. A few months later, Noah started telling me God ...
Weekly Contest #159
Shaina sat at the kitchen table and threw the pen she was holding down. She had just written the last check for her monthly bills. Her bank account balance was $12.18. She sighed. Just once, she wanted to have enough left over, so she could take the girls to McDonald’s for dinner. That didn’t seem like a big deal, but it would have been for her family. It had been a long time since they had been able to afford even a simple treat like McDonald's. Her loser ex-husband had left seven years ago, right after Katie was born. Hilde was just eight...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
11 likes
