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You think to yourself everyday about the same thing. Over and over again. Should you have reacted the way you have or should you not have. It was a summer, back when you were seventeen and although that was a long time ago or so it seems, just seeing Jace made you think about that memory again. Should you have reacted differently? It was the summer when you still felt love so deep...
… “No Pete don’t!” I scream. My pulse speeds up. It’s too late. … In a busy neighbourhood, if you can call it one. Their Mother and I live. We live together with Aunt Rose and Mr Toby. We don’t have much, but we have one another. Aunty Sam lives next door and Mr Ross across from us with their kids and all relatives. Mr Ross’s kid is m...
Is it I am or I will or is it maybe I shall? Is it Mary and I or I and Mary? It’s all very confusing. I have never finished writing a story before and the thought about finishing this story is giving me goose bumps. This story kept me up all night long. I had dreams about it, but now I struggle with the most confusing part, not bec...
Have you ever felt as the world just stand still? As if nothing will ever matter as much as the moment happening right now. Well that’s how I felt when I had to say goodbye to my twin sister. She was lying on the hospital bed holding my hand and all I could think about was how I use to mistreat her. She was on her last breath and she said:“I told you, I’m always first.”Just my sis...
As I lay there in a pool of my own blood the first thing that came to mind were not that I wanted someone to come and help me, although I wanted, but it was rather the fact that would someone identify me solemnly by my feet. You see my left foot had a big red speck of a birthmark. I found it rather odd that most people had a birthmark rather on their head or on their hip, but mine was a big red swoosh on my toe. Maybe the birthmark knew I would be...
“Get Out of the vehicle”A million thoughts go through Dennis's head. What would happen to Julia now all alone with his baby on the way? Would they charge him for life? Why was he so stupid?He decides to climb out of the vehicle, Mike doesn’t.“I said get out of the vehicle or I shoot.”
“Nanna Nanna can I have a cookie please.”Nanna is my most favourite person in the whole wide world. She always gives me lot of hugs, kisses and cookies. Nanna is just short for grandmother. I know her since I was a little one and she almost everyday reminds me that she is older than me. When I am at Nanna’s house I feel safe and protected. Other than being at Dad’s house where Auntie Britney pretends to be my mommy.
It has been one week since I know three weeks since I been. I could already imagine feeling the life force grow inside of me. How did this happen? O wait, I remember, back in Michael’s club. How could I have been so stupid?The first day I realised I was so shocked I grabbed a cigarette and went outside and smoked it in less than 2 seconds. Then I remembered what my mom had told me. “Smoking is bad for a baby.” O mom how I wished you were here now,...
Dorothy Moon. That was her name. He liked how it sounded on his tongue and how the o’s made him think whoa. His first reaction to an arranged marriage was ughh, but once he heard that name it was like it was meant to be. Of course he never met her before, but yet it felt like he knew her. His dad has told him many things. First thing she had red hair and green eyes, second she was part of the cheerleading squad. Dorothy Moon. His … forever ….. always. Although he didn’t know how she looked and was...
Lost. That’s how I feel…in this world of corruption and lies. I think of myself as peculiar but peculiar is only a word to describe this emptiness inside me and how I keep on searching for myself. Myself, now there is a topic to dwell on forever and ever Mom had told me, but now it seems the topic of myself is just a word and with no description to describe it I’m once again lost…Each night I have these dreams these amazing yet most terrifying dreams and I don’t know how to describe it but if feels as if I’m more alive in my d...
HELLO there. I am Anna Darcisa. I am 16 years old living in Sedgefield , Western cape. I love lily flowers and warm hugs andmy grandmother is my favourite person. My mother is a little jealous of me and my grandmother relationship, but I know it’s just because she misses her grandmother. I like warm sunny days and long runs to the park. It was a usual Sunday morning, Mom was making my favourite: pancakes with nutella, but somehow the day wasn’t as inviting as yester...
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