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Submitted to Contest #267
***"So what you're saying Sawyer is that aliens are real?!" Scout murmured, her soft child voice pitifully attempted to be quiet, of course that's never possible to achieve as a child. We were seven then, and we had bonded by going to a summer camp together in Park City. That particular day, we made a pillow fort in her basement in July, a severely hot month.The AC blared, and I almost begged the Utah sun to roast me it was so cold and frigid in her basement. A strange juxtaposition of how I usually felt about the Utah summer temperatur...
Submitted to Contest #230
TW: gore, domestic violence Dark, red, cake. Chocolate cake slithers into my nostrils, wraps itself around my brain. Giving it a hug, then squeezing, squeezing, I can't breathe. I can't- "Cheryl, this cake is amazing!" His business partner exclaims, zoning me in, something Mr. Andrews. "Cheryl you must listen when a man speaks to you, it's not right you always day dreaming, especially when work is due." He chomps cake, frosting drips from the corners of his mouth. "My apologies, I hope you admire the cake." I retort, shyly staring at my ...
Submitted to Contest #218
TW: violence, gore, mental health Static, my eyes open. I rub them, it's a new day... The sun rises gleefully. Hello! You smile daintily, what a fantastical morning. I sit up from my comfy bed and waltz to the kitchen, my stomach grumbling. From the refrigerator, I grab some milk and fix myself a bowl of cereal. A cup of orange juice sounds nice. After I eat, I sit in front of the TV, scrolling through the channels. After a moment of mind-numbing TV, I come across an animal documentary with cute little cats and dogs. I smile. *...
Submitted to Contest #174
CW: Gore, death, mutilation, depictions of assault, violenceThe Governor's hands shake with delight as he scribbles onto the slab of paper the plans for the new Church. His little piece of charcoal barely suffices for the massive plans shaping in that pinhead of his.He stays up until the break of dawn, a streak of sunlight floods into the musty wooden room. Daylight dancing across the finished architectural plans.The Governor clasps his hands together, a shy smile forming across his small face, "At last, the people of my town can praise our ...
Submitted to Contest #167
When I look into Aaron’s eyes, I feel little brown butterflies flutter and bounce around in my stomach. He catches my gaze and holds it, and then smiles. I smile too. I feel like I'm starring in a rom-com whenever I'm with him. “I’m glad you’re here.” He says softly while returning his gaze back to the cassettes he fumbles with. I pause, and search his face intently, then I mutter a mere, “Me too.” I stare at him and study all his mannerisms I have memorized. He stops and immediately stares me dead in the eye, ideas spinning around in that...
CW: Mention of blood/gore The stars above us shine bright, And James's letterman jacket is around me tight, I feel like holding a star would be so light, I could reach out and grab one, I just might I only smell cigarette smoke, I told James to stop the habit, when he didn't, I moped, In secret I vape and smoke, like a dope, James wouldn't find out anytime soon, I hoped I met James when we were only four, I was rich, he was poor, I kissed him in a treehouse, and after that I wanted more, Before I asked, he asked, and we opened that doo...
Submitted to Contest #152
Hello, I'm glad you've taken this book off the shelf (I'm not surprised or anything that you took it, I can see the type of character you are and why you would choose this book with such a title) welcome. DISCLAIMER: If whatever I mention as tips and tricks doesn't work for your personal experience, please don't sue, I'm running low on cash and I can no longer afford Diet Coke every week, thanks. Now, it may come off as I have no idea what I'm doing, but I know you're only thinking that because you have no idea what your doing, and you ...
Submitted to Contest #151
CW: Mild Swearing"This is a bad idea." Tommy shuttered."Oh don't be such a baby." Clemons retorted.They stared down the street, searching for Richard Smith's black Chevy Camaro. Tommy's slim hands shook the egg cartons as Clemons search intensified."I swear to God that Richard lives down Simmonds Lane." Clemons said sternly, like he was scolding the street for not being where Richard supposedly lived.Clemons was the most attractive of the two, he had golden-brown hair that was cut quiff, and dark eyes that were shifty and cunning. Clemons al...
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