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
Landing Your Literary Agent
November 22, 2026
Better Villains, Stronger Stories
September 28, 2026
True Stories with Michael Finkel
September 14, 2026
How to Self-publish a Bestseller in 2026
September 05, 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 Jul, 2026
Weekly Contest #366
“Susie, your ice cream,” he warns. “Oh, Fudge!” She tilts her head and licks the rivulet escaping the cone. He chuckles, rolling his eyes heavenward. She swirls her tongue around the edges to prevent further spillage. Tenderly, he wipes away a little chocolate smudge beside the curve of her upturned mouth with his thumb and licks it clean. His eyes never leave hers. “You better wipe that look off your face, mister, or I’ll become a puddle at your feet,” she says, “and this ice cream will melt right along with me. Think of the mes...
Kevin I take my role in life seriously. You’ve heard how everyone fits into one of three categories: a sheep, a wolf, or a sheepdog? Well, I’m proud to be a sheepdog. I will fiercely protect those that I consider to be a part of my flock. When everyone is settled safely at home for the night, doors and windows locked, outdoor lights and security cameras on… that’s when I can rest. Lightly. Any sound or disturbance, and I’m instantly awake, ready to defend. Sure, sometimes I let my guard down for a few moments as long as I’ve taken measures...
Weekly Contest #365
My intestines were tying themselves into an intricate knot as I waited for the small cluster of students to dissipate around the cast list posted outside the theater room. A gap opened up and I slipped into it - or at least tried to. Instead, I bumped into Colin Atwater. Because of course I did. He and I had been in fierce competition since freshman year, vying for the highest test score, the best speech, or a teacher’s attention with hands raised high. Apparently today that competition extended to possession of the same yellowing tile in t...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
8 likes
