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 Feb, 2020
Submitted to Contest #43
Abby was summoned by Mrs. Wimble, the director of the Merryville Children’s Home, who smilingly told her it was to be Abby’s very own Transformation Day. “Off with you now,” Mrs. Wimble trilled. “Put on your best dress and look smart!” Looking smart was not a concern of Abby’s; she had been set to to be valedictorian at her high school. Success waited in her future like a purring kitten, something she only had to pick up and stroke a bit. Physical appearance, in her mind, had little to do with that. Of course, this was all ...
Submitted to Contest #42
Zander was deathly afraid of secrets and, when he was twelve years old, had sworn to never keep another one. He still remembered his older sister whispering to him in the hallway, “Shhh. Don’t tell mom and dad. I’m just going out with Gabe for a little bit. Can you keep just this one little secret for me?” He had agreed, and Lucy had tousled his hair before she slipped quietly out the door. Zander had rubbed his eyes as he moved to the window, Lucy had woken him in her quest to apply her favorite lip gloss in the bathroom, and watched his si...
Submitted to Contest #41
Ava’s attention was held captive once again by the single blue egg that sheltered in the nest right outside the window. The mother bird had clearly tried. She had built a home for her baby, spread her wings and settled onto the egg, and kept a watchful eye when the cat prowled underneath. She had done everything right, but still, long after it should have hatched, the egg remained intact. Ava didn’t have the heart to throw it out. Please, she thought, please don’t let that be me again. She felt Rose, a mix of something or other (they had nev...
Submitted to Contest #35
I stood in the hallway of my home, my eyes fixed on the light switch. I balled my hands. Released. Balled my hands. Released. Then reached out, but quickly drew my hand back, putting it behind my back, and holding it captive with the other. My eyes flicked to the clock: 7:26. I had to leave in the next four minutes to make it to work on time. So much preparation had led up to this day; it could not, it would not, be all in vain. I had allowed extra time this morning for “bathroom checking”. Breast cancer had taken my mo...
Shortlisted for Contest #34 ⭐️
Katrina: Jake left this morning to move in with the spin instructor. He took everything. I have no idea how I’ll make it through this. But I guess I’ll start by changing my tear-drenched, snot-encrusted pillowcase. Then headed back to bed. Please text back when you can. Solomon: I got your message for someone else. Clean pillowcase is a good place to start though. Katrina: OMG. I’m sorry! My best friend just got a new phone. I thought I had put the right number in my contacts, but apparently not. I am mortified. Please ju...
Shortlisted for Contest #33 ⭐️
The enchanting night that lay sprawled before Rosita only moments before, offering itself up for her pleasure, perished with a seemingly simple request from her beloved Abuela.Earlier that afternoon, Rosita had caressed the satin of the dress that flirtatiously tickled her knees and hugged her chest exactly as it should. It was certainly the most captivating garment she had ever owned. The color was that of daffodil petals, and she smiled when she considered hers must echo a butterfly’s feelings when it first spread its wings and was mesmeri...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
10 likes
