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Iâm sure I must have taken this picture at some point years ago when I was full of dreams and hopes. When I was still youngâŠÂ But if you were to ask me if I can pinpoint the exact moment, day, or time I did, I could scarcely tell. My album is full of photos Iâve collected over the years. But for some reason, unknown to me, this is the one I canât help but come back to. Again and againâŠ. Did I love him at that point? Did he? Were we  ever in love? I stare at the picture. A distant reflection of mine staring right back. I ...
Submitted to Contest #85
That is the thing about this city⊠I hate it so much, yet I canât leave. Of course, I could if I wanted to, but no matter how much I try, I just cannot do so. There is a lot I would be leaving behind and I donât think thatâs fair. No, Iâve got no kids, no job, no family here but I have memories and I think thatâs important enough. This city- letâs call it C- was the first I ever explored when I came to this country. Was it 5 or 6 years ago now? I fail to remember. I had come for holidays and had instantly fallen in love, thinkin...
Submitted to Contest #12
Lying on the cold forest ground Scarlett Sheridan slowly gives up on life. And for the first time in her life, no one is around to save her. Alone, is the popular girl with thousand of friends at university. Alone, is daddyâs girl with a horde of servants at her service. Alone, is the girl who knew too much and is dying for that reason. Sheâd always thought that secret would serve as a guarantee of her life, but she is slowly realising, that it was the cataclysm of her demise. Ignorance for her, had always been the worst thing, but at this p...
Submitted to Contest #10
Eileen never really liked the sound of rain. She always felt as if it was the universe crying at what had become of human beings. Rain, for her, served as a constant reminder of what they could have been but decided against. And on days like today, it made perfect sense. Soaking wet and feeling disheartened, all she could think was ânot again; not today out of all daysâ. Mad at herself and at the whole world, she kicked a bottle but ended up almost falling as she missed it. Even that she could not do, she thought, while tears threatened...
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