reedsymarketplace
Hire professionals for your project
reedsyblog
Advice, insights and news
reedsylearning
Online publishing courses
reedsylive
Free publishing webinars
reedsydiscovery
Launch your book in style
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020
Submitted to Contest #65
Avril was in a cab to her way home, but the driver took the other direction. The cab stopped near the graveyard. The driver said,“this is your stop,”“but this place is not my home,”“you’ll understand once you get there,”“am I meeting someone?”. The driver grinned. She got off the car and looked around. Moss-laden marble pillars stood as despairing guards on either side of the cemetery. Behind the ancient wrought-iron gates were rows upon rows of crumbling gravestones, their engraved epitaphs bathed in a light split from an ashen moon. Gnarle...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
8 likes
