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
Live Editing #11 with Wilhelmina Asaam
August 10, 2026
Apostrophes, Dashes and Colons, Oh My!
August 03, 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 Sep, 2022
Weekly Contest #359
Seeing the boy watching the movers she hired, Beth calls out to him. “Hey kid. You, across the street. I’d like to talk to you.” But before she has a chance to say anything more, the young boy takes off in the opposite direction and disappears around the corner. As he runs off, Beth continues, but in a lower, more subdued tone. “I have someone here I’d like you to meet.”Beth sighs and turns around to face her son, Spencer, who had just moved into view from the side of the house. If the boy was still there, he would have seen him.“I’m sorry h...
Weekly Contest #333
The studio apartment smelled of mildew and old smoke, wallpaper peeling in strips like dead skin. At the center of the room sat a table scarred by years of neglect, an empty plate and glass rested upon it. Sitting at the table, a knife and fork in each hand, he stared at the plate, licking his lips, waiting for a meal that will never come. Imagining the weight of sourdough bread, the steam coming off a piping hot bowl of tomato soup, the salty fattiness of a good ribeye steak. He remembers the warmth of food filling his belly, the simple ple...
Weekly Contest #331
The sea was a beast that night, vast and merciless. Waves rose like mountains, crashing against the longship Stormfang with a fury that threatened to grind it into splinters. The men bent to their oars, muscles straining, faces ghost‑pale in the lightning’s glare. “Thor’s beard, the sea itself wants us dead!” Harek bellowed, voice swallowed by the storm. His knuckles whitened, eyes wide with terror. “Row!” Jorund roared from the prow, hair whipping like a banner of defiance. “The gods test us! Better to drown than crawl!” Thunder split the s...
Weekly Contest #330
The smoke curled thick above the rafters of the Longhouse, mingling with the scent of roasted meats and mead. The fire pit blazed at the center, its light flickering across carved beams that seemed to twist in the shadows. Tonight, the hall was alive with voices, voices that carried both awe and dread, for they spoke of my father.I sat among the Norse gathered, though my heart was heavy and my tongue silent. My father had not fallen to Saxon steel, nor to a storm or sickness. He had been claimed by something far older, far darker. A draugr. ...
Weekly Contest #329
Based on a true story. Terri jolted upright, her breath shallow, heart racing. The room was silent, but the echo of her brother’s voice still rang in her ears; raw, desperate, calling her name like a warning from the grave.She blinked into the dim light of her bedroom. The shadows clung to the corners like secrets, and the air felt heavier than usual. She was hot and drenched in sweat. Her pajamas clinging to her like cellophane due to the perspiration.Terri’s brother, Steven, was home sleeping, cooped up in his apartment because of the COVI...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
8 likes
