Menu

More apps built by Reedsy

Assemble a team of professionals

The writing app for authors

Writing courses, events and memberships

Get your book reviewed

Weekly writing prompts and contests

Menu
Prompts
Contests
Stories
Blog

Sarah Martyn

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories
Comments
Library
64 Followers
59 Following

31 Stories

818 karma pts

?

Waiting in Line for Two

Weekly Contest #370

I woke up for the fourth time this week, almost as if there’s an emergency. But no… just a full bladder. I still think to myself how this can possibly yield the best result, when I know I downed my body’s weight in water yesterday since it’s the thick of August Oklahoma summer. Maybe the result will be diluted and can give me a sliver of hope that it could be too early still or too bad a sample. Then, I can take another test later in the day, just in case. I somehow have to hype myself up and psych myself out at the same time. It’s abou...

14 likes 8 comments 8
Read story

Rough Around the Edges

Weekly Contest #364

I wouldn’t call today a normal day, but it was normal, relatively speaking - a new normal. My husband Peter had been struggling with a traumatic thing that happened at work weeks ago. He was doing security work around town, mostly around an apartment complex. One night, he and one other guy were searching for squatters. Now, they didn’t find any, but his partner shot in his direction thinking he was one. Peter didn’t get hit, but it freaked him out being that close to death. I gave him a lot of grace and space. Even when I’d ask “hey, when w...

9 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

The Weight of Waiting

Weekly Contest #359

The next right thing was sleep, but she could only really do the wrong thing which was let her chest feel heavy over the weight she was carrying, even if it meant losing some sleep for a while. Sometimes thinking can be a detriment when you do it too much, but sometimes in the quiet of night you like the safety of your mind swirling things around as you're trying to make sense of things. You have all the time in the world - you’re just tired too.One of the highlights of each nighttime routine with her husband was looking at the word game he ...

10 likes 4 comments 4
Read story

The Blue After the Storm

Weekly Contest #352

April 23, 2026 - 6:20pmIt’s been gray and overcast today, which I honestly love. As an Arizonan living in Oklahoma now, I love the days where rain is expected. I can see through my close friend’s window how the trees ruffle their leaves with the wind picking up, and I can see the clouds moving at what feels like double their normal speed, revealing tiny bits of blue sky hiding. “I listen to this play list all the time…” I heard Cara say. “I know every song that plays by heart.”Her commenting on the music snapped me back to the room, mentally...

5 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

The Memory in the Magic Bars

Weekly Contest #333

Sarina Turner pushed open the heavy fellowship-hall door with her elbow, balancing a wide glass tray lined with foil. A wave of warm, cinnamon-tinged air hit her immediately; the Oklahoma winter could stay outside for all she cared. Inside, clusters of women milled around the decorated tables, laughing loudly in the way only women who hadn’t seen each other since last Sunday could. “Evenin’, Sarina!” called Mrs. Calhoun, who was arranging snowman mugs filled with peppermint-dipped spoons. “Oh, you brought somethin’? You doll.” “Magic bars,” ...

21 likes 4 comments 4
Read story

Jimmy’s Food Got Cold

Weekly Contest #309

Jenny popped up in bed, almost as if in a panic. She had just woken suddenly from a vivid dream by her phone’s alarm. It took a very long few seconds to realize she was awake and that it’s morning on a day off from work. The dream she had made her glad for that. Sometimes she dreams of things she’d hate to wake from, but this dream - though mostly forgotten now - involved huge waves, shadowy figures over the same body of water, and general feelings of dread. She had to get out of bed and not accidentally slip into a similar dream by falling ...

12 likes 4 comments 4
Read story

Losing and Finding Her Voice

Weekly Contest #304

Finally, I get to showcase my original song! Well… it’s at an open mic next week at Latte Da, and between spoken words and cover songs, I’ll perform my original. And sure, most people will mostly just be thinking about their act, not appreciating my performance as deeply as they could, but it’s a start! Truly, I’d rather perform in front of people sipping coffee, half-listening to me as they gossip with friends, than to still be making coffee, dreaming of music all hours of the day. Everyone starts somewhere. “I just asked how your day was…”...

8 likes 3 comments 3
Read story

I'll Love You More Tomorrow

Weekly Contest #294

The following letters are based on actual events in my own life. The letters themselves are made up but are based on true feelings and conversations. Dates are also modified. November 12, 2024 My hubs, it’s been about a month since you deployed. Honestly, it mostly has just sucked. But those first couple of weeks weren’t so bad because I truly thought I may have gotten pregnant right before you left… you know how we’ve wanted that so badly. I figured… what the hell, if I get pregnant right before my husband deploys, at least I’ll know I got ...

18 likes 8 comments 8
Read story

Going Home or Going Away?

Weekly Contest #293

I’m not claustrophobic, per se, but the tightness of economy seats in an airplane makes me feel uneasy. However, whenever I have to fly (at least on shorter trips, under about 3 hours), something works to pass the time and distract me from the air-specific claustrophobia: striking up a conversation. I’m not dumb, though. If someone has headphones on, or an eye covering and a pillow situated for a nap, I will manage with whatever I can watch or listen to on my phone if the connection works decently. But if someone has their eyes open and seem...

21 likes 10 comments 10
Read story

Tuesday, 2001

Weekly Contest #279

TW: mentions of suicidal thoughts and actions, and historical retellings of a traumatic nature. 5:59 a.m. I wake up on a regular Tuesday to grab a subpar bagel and black coffee as the sun is rising. I won’t drive out of the way for the good stuff, though I want to. I’m too tired usually for that. Tuesday is almost worse than Monday. It just feels so far from the weekend, and it usually has no special events or purpose behind it…just the grind. My current grind is corporate. I won’t be here forever, but for now it pays the bills. The offices ...

10 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

Confessions of Desiring to be a Mother

Weekly Contest #273

3/14/2020 / Dumb virusI’m mere weeks away from marrying Kyle and our wedding might be in jeopardy because Kyle’s under a travel ban until May… it may inhibit our ability to have our April wedding. I’m still holding out hope. A virus I cared so little about has the potential to ruin our plans. 3/19/20 / Shaky groundI resigned at Central earlier than planned. Financially for Central, it’s right. For me, scary. Especially with the wedding in question still. I’ll marry Kyle without a wedding yet. I’ll move tonight but I don’t know if that’s what...

10 likes 7 comments 7
Read story

Gourmet Mac & Cheese from Super Spy Mom

Weekly Contest #267

Her favorite game was her sneaky solo act of listening to mom on the phone. Her name is Molly (the girl’s name, not her mom. Molly didn’t know her mom has a name other than Mom, Mommy, or Mama). Molly would sit around the corner in the hall as she’d peak at her mom on the phone. Her first goal was to hear her mom clearly as she spoke. Her second goal was to imagine who she’s speaking to (A superhero? A villain? Some spy for a secret organization?). Her least important goal was to not get caught, though she’d sometimes step on a creaky floorb...

16 likes 5 comments 5
Read story

Mandated Vacation

Weekly Contest #259

Consent. Cooperation. Compliance. Coercion. Force. The F word. It’s the odd one out, the hard line (and you can’t talk about it).They say, “we’re here for you” but they really mean “you’ll lose your livelihood if you don’t obey.”It’s the heaviness we carry lately with fake smiles and dwindling bank accounts as we go to work, dreading a conversation that isn’t supposed to happen but still might. Over a year ago, many were sick and even dying from this new disease. Now, less are dying but it’s more viral. It’s how diseases typically work: over...

8 likes 4 comments 4
Read story

I Didn't Choose This and I'm Better For It

Weekly Contest #255

TW: divorce, affair, mental health “You wouldn’t even care if I died!” I shouted to my husband. Should I even call him that? He was at the other woman’s house, just outside of it with me in the parking lot. He barely looked at me as I shouted like a maniac to my betraying husband. He sat in his car. All he said was “I have to go to work,” which only made me feel as though he wouldn’t care if I died. I felt like the crazy person people would call the cops on, but if only they knew how I was hurting. ***~A few weeks earlier~ The whirlwind I wa...

13 likes 8 comments 8
Read story

Navigating Grief at My Window

Weekly Contest #227

***TW: REALISTIC ELEMENTS OF GRIEF*** It's the first snowfall of the season, but it's been cold all year.  Normally, the first snowfall is a special, quiet day with my love. This year, this snowfall feels more like bitter closure than a sweet tradition.  You'd think that eight months without him would mean there's less of a sting, but it seems about the same. Usually, I hear of people hitting one year and they've at least been through all the firsts - the first birthday without them, the first summer without them, the first s...

13 likes 10 comments 10
Read story