🎉 Our next novel writing master class starts in –! Claim your spot →
Advice, insights and news
Free 10-day publishing courses
Free publishing webinars
Free EPUB & PDF typesetting tool
Launch your book in style
Assemble a team of pros
A weekly short story contest
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024
Submitted to Contest #270
The night before, Tom had spent the evening at the pub with his friends. When Helen walked in, he was sulking, and he didn’t even notice her. He had just been beaten at tetherball by Bunting’s son, the one with the scruffy cap and long beard.He, the ladies’ man, with his tight white jacket and confident smile.She, on the other hand, with her red pants, mascara, and daring neckline, certainly didn’t look like a schoolgirl in trouble. In fact, as expected, she stole the show.All she was missing were fishnet stockings and black lace; she had ev...
Matilda, after completing her usual facial gymnastics exercises, noticed some surprising changes in the mirror: her face less pallid, her lips fuller, and a rejuvenated expression giving her an air of fresh vitality. "Who are you really?" she wondered. Her brown eyes sparkled as if the sun were shining within them. Her voice, usually tinged with a subtle tremor, now resonated warm and alive. She embraced her shoulders with her hands, giving herself a gesture of comfort. She couldn't ignore the causes of that transfor...
Sitting on a bench at the Sabana Station in Bogotá, waiting for the train to Zipaquirá, Ernesto saw a girl emerge from behind a column, wearing a turban on her head and carrying a shimmering red purse. He watched her approach, dragging two large gray suitcases, unsure whether to offer help.She stopped in front of him, her lips slightly parted and her eyes filled with wonder. "I'm Catalina, don't you recognize me?"Ernesto shook his head, betraying a hint of emotion. "Where did we last meet?""At the Hotel Diamant in Martinique. You spoke excel...
At first, in front of the video game store’s windows, his resolve was as fragile as a thread of silk. However, in an instant, after seeing the box of Oregon Trail with its image of pioneers traveling across the prairies, ideas solidified in his mind. To avoid the couple of strangers appearing at the entrance, he quickly turned around, intending to lose himself in the crowd.“Walter,” said a voice nearby, “they’re waiting for you.”A girl with a small nose was smiling at him.“Walter,” she whispered again, “dear Walter…, the church is not far; t...
Adelino Carbonera has not written a bio yet!
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email: