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
Writing Beyond Your "Brand"
March 16, 2026
Writing Sprint Session #1
January 28, 2026
Previous events
Live Editing #4 with Noah Charney
January 26, 2026
Raising the Stakes: Build Tension on Every Page
January 19, 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 Feb, 2021
Submitted to Contest #83
The propeller wash is knocking back my braids as I step onto the baking tarmac runway. Mum, Dad and Missy are behind me, but they are silent.There are stern hugs from Mum and Dad, but Missy buries herself into my chest and I feel her fingers clutching, then digging hard into my back. And then the tears.I cannot cry, my insides feel like hardened clay. I try to smile at Mum, but her brown eyes scare me - they are vacant, and I do not want to become that person.The minder is waving me over, and I know this is the moment I have to leave so I tu...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
7 likes
