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
The Bigger Picture: Writing with a Series in Mind
April 13, 2026
Writing Beyond Your "Brand"
March 16, 2026
Publishing in Audio: What You Need to Know in 2026
February 10, 2026
What's in a Name? Naming Characters, Places & Titles
February 09, 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
Submitted to Contest #307
The DollShe stood in the shadows of the attic, alone, and brushed a cobweb from her hair. The silence felt suffocating. "Where do I start?” she asked the room.A bare light bulb swayed over her head, like the metronome, ticking with cold precision, that Aunt Rose used during piano lessons when she was a child. The memory sent a shiver down her spine. The room was stark, unclothed, and in need of some tender loving care. The window, beneath the peaked roof, shed little light. It was streaked with grime from years of neglect. How will I ever ge...
Submitted to Contest #231
December 28, 1966 Ava didn’t ordinarily cry, but then this was no ordinary day. She had only cried three times in her life. Three times before today, that is. Three times that she could remember. If she couldn't remember, it didn’t count. * 1953 She was six the first time and was surprised the details were so clear twelve years later. The small curly-haired little girl sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of soggy Wheaties in front of her. Her ...
Submitted to Contest #174
Juniper opened the door just enough to see who had knocked. She didn't have a peephole but wished she did. It would come in handy on days like today. The last thing she wanted was visitors. She was in no mood for chit-chat. All she wished was to be left alone. To wallow in self-pity. That's one reason she moved so far away from town. She wanted to be left alone. "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you, but, uh…you see, I ran out of gas, at least, I think that's the problem. Anyway, I wondered if I could, uh, ...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
5 likes
