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
How to Self-publish a Bestseller in 2026
September 05, 2026
Apostrophes, Dashes and Colons, Oh My!
August 03, 2026
Reading with a Writer's Eye
July 27, 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 Dec, 2023
Weekly Contest #320
I know I shouldn’t be this deep in the woods, but legends have a way of calling you in.Centuries ago, witches were accused here in droves. Most were executed—burned alive in the town square. All but one: a woman who refused to die.The townsfolk gathered—trapped her inside her house until she had no choice but to leap from a window and bolt toward the treeline. They followed, pitchforks and torches in hand, as she ran deeper and deeper into the darkening forest. Supposedly, they found and killed her—but no corpse was ever recovered, so who’s ...
Weekly Contest #260
There was an old house at the end of Wicker Street. Its windows were boarded up and the roof shingles had begun to fall off. Ivy was creeping up its brick wall and the wooden porch steps were now rotten and soft. The house had been abandoned for over a decade, in which not a single soul dared to step foot inside. Xavier knew he had to explore it. His mother had forbidden him from going anywhere near the house, saying that she’d explain when he was older. But, Xavier didn’t want to wait until he was older so he took matters into his own hands...
Weekly Contest #255
“I can’t do this anymore, Ivy. I can’t handle you.” The words struck her straight in the heart. Those words–such wretched, harmful words–were eerily similar to the last ones her dead soulmate had said almost three years ago. All except for the last one, “you”. James had said “it”, instead. “I can’t do this anymore, Ivy. I can’t handle it.” “It,” as if that was enough of a clue. “It” could mean anything and everything, how was she supposed to know what he couldn’t handle? Was it her love? Her devotion? Was it the world? Those were the l...
Weekly Contest #247
He had found the stone brick tower overgrown with moss and ivy. This was strange since it was currently wintertime and the earth was swaddled with a blanket of snow. Even stranger was the feeling of warmth that the boy gained as he entered the tower. It was like spring was trapped here, existing forever in this place. The tower was in a deprecated state. There was little inside besides a few closets and a large staircase that went up.What perplexed the boy the most were the stacks of papers. Some were torn, others stained. The sheer amount ...
Weekly Contest #237
TW: Sensitive content (cancer, death) I stare at Asher for ages, taking this precious time alone to memorize the sight of his face. I study the curves of his body and the smoothness of his exposed skin. The freckles that dot his neck and shoulders create galaxies across his body–galaxies I long to explore. He is asleep on the bed next to me, dreaming about beautiful things like crystal oceans and pastel skies. Maybe he dreams of adventures or melodies previously unheard. He could dream of anything, but not me–no, he would never dream of me. ...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
10 likes
