Menu

Prompts

Directory Contests Magazine FAQ

Apps

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

Bestseller Podcast Book Cover Art Success Stories

Tools

Book Promotion Sites Book Review Blogs Booktube Channel Guide Book Title Generator Character Name Generator Independent Publishers Literary Agents Literary Magazines Pen Name Generator Plot Generator Publishers Directory Short Story Ideas Writing Contests Writing Exercises Writing Scholarships

Menu

Prompts

Contests

Stories

Blog

Directory

Contests

Magazine

FAQ

E. M.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (3)

Comments

Library

0 Followers

0 Following

3 Stories

41 karma pts

?

A Night In The Graveyard

E. M.

Submitted to Contest #65

"Sell it to me." Carissa laughed at Sawyer's preposterous suggestion. It was another foggy summer morning and the two were lazily leaning against the grand oak tree overlooking the empty gardens below. "C'mon you can't tell me you're not even the slightest bit intrigued by the notion of spending the night in the graveyard," Sawyer was starting to chuckle, seeing Carissa trying to keep her composure as she could sense his bombardment of absurd reasons were about to spew out, "Look, there's going to be a full moon tonight, you can-" ...

7 likes

Girl Talk

E. M.

Submitted to Contest #55

"Can you keep a secret?" Vera whispered to Ren, her distance too close for comfort. Ren could feel Vera's smile creeping up against her ear. There was no need to whisper considering Vera's parents were out on date night, which made the action all the more strange. "I suppose," Ren whispered, her voice slightly breathy. They were in her dingy basement of all places, the only light source being a lightbulb looking to be at least a decade old. Soundproof walls surrounded them. Ren's heartbeat became more demanding. Vera leaned back to pro...

4 likes

People Pleaser

E. M.

Submitted to Contest #49

She stared at the marble floors, etched with skid marks of squeaky wheels and the occasional blade of grass giving the otherwise cold and bleak floors a pop of colour. She sighed. Tapped her foot anxiously. Looked at her chipped nail polish in disdain. She wasn't ready to have a baby. Blurred words of a quickly escalating argument seeped out of the delivery room, suddenly bursting into the otherwise eerily quiet corridor outside. "What the hell, Cathy!" "I said get out!" The adolescent boy, probably no older than a high school so...

4 likes