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
Layer by Layer: How to Edit Your Book
July 19, 2026
Live Editing #9 with Cat Camacho
June 15, 2026
How To Be More Productive as a Writer
June 08, 2026
My Odyssean Journey: Travel Writing
May 25, 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, 2023
Weekly Contest #348
CW: Substance abuse, violence In an unordinary world, what is normal? Jack was having a peaceful Friday evening. No work. The sky was clear. The temperature was just right in that sweet spot between not too hot and just enough of a chill for a sweater and cargo shorts combo-attire. Sitting in his wooden rocking chair on the front porch of his cabin house on his multi-arche land, a beer bottle in hand freshly twisted open and then relaxing breeze brushing across his body and through his dark hair, filling his lungs from a deep calming breath....
Weekly Contest #308
The day was June 22, 2025. Louie is engulfed with the overpowering shine of the sun causing his eyes to squint, along with the discomforting suffocation of the beginning humidity causing perspiration to form on his forehead. A normal reaction for a 9:30 a.m. Monday summer morning. A day that will without question tan his pale skin. A farmer’s tan is the likely outcome. And perhaps sunburn too. Because, in all honesty sunscreen of any kind hasn’t entered his brain to apply on any scorching day of any season of the year. You would think he’d l...
Weekly Contest #222
It was her first fight, ever. How did Sienna Sullivan get into her current predicament as she finishes tying a strong knot on her firmed laced ice skates with trembling hands, seated on the metal bench. Looking up and through the plexiglass. The six bodies of her teammates move smoothly across the ice that lies on the other side. Her breathing escalated to a rapid pace. Her heartbeat accelerated against her chest. Repressing the gag in its effort to claw its way into her throat. The ice rink emptied of any viewing eyes except those who are m...
Weekly Contest #208
Staring at my bedroom door. Shut. The light pink paint looking back. I don’t even remember closing it. It’s never closed because Bubba likes to go in, jump up and sleep on the bed when nobody’s home. In fact, the last I remember it was ajar like always and I was in the hall standing on the opposite side. My heartbeat is slowly becoming steady, my cheeks feel sticky and wet from my eyes. The soft cotton of the covers underneath me is bringing me some sort of comfort akin to calmly falling back to sleep after that initial panic of waking up in...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
3 likes
