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 Jun, 2021
Submitted to Contest #202
The Doll Collector Roselyn ambled up the cement steps of the 1890's brick building and lifted the knocker on the thick, wood door. Tap, tap, tap, echoed through the halls of the interior, once a judgement place for the guilty, and their innocent victims, now a grand home. “Hello, you must be Roselyn. I'm Maggie. Come in... come in!” Maggie pushed the door shut with a loud thud. Roselyn looked up at the high ceilings, mouth agape. “I know, it's quite imposing isn't it? And yet, it is very homey once you get a feel for it. You'll see. I'...
Submitted to Contest #195
Jimmy-Joe clenched his stomach and tried to catch his breath. Shoulders hunched and head hanging low, he skulked through the empty halls of his new school, searching for his room.“Boy!” called out the janitor. “Whatchyou doin' shufflin' in here late like this?”Jimmy-Joe kept his head down and dawdled down the corridor.“I said, Boy! Turn around when I'm talkin' to you.”Jimmy-Joe turned around slowly without meeting Mr. Wilson's gaze and wiped his snot on his sleeve.“Look at you... you done got yourself in a fight... and on your first day of s...
Submitted to Contest #159
Anna slipped into the leather banquette for the twentieth time this month. “Good Morning,” said Trudy as she poured a steaming cup from the pot. “What’ll it be today?” “Just coffee thanks. I’m waiting for someone.” Anna pressed the warm mug to her lips and breathed in the sensuous aroma of freshly ground beans. Trudy picked up another order as the stranger shifted onto the seat across from Anna. Dressed in a black trench coat, hat, and sunglasses, he asked, “So, you’ve found someone?” “Yes,” whispered Anna. “Her name is Trudy. She’s ...
Submitted to Contest #154
Emma put on her favorite red lipstick and smoothed out the wisps of hair that fell from the French Roll at the back of her head. "Something's just not quite right," she said to herself. "What's not right?" asked Mariss, holding a gift behind her back as she entered the guest room where her sister was staying for the week. "I don't know," said Emma. "It seems like I've done everything that I should have – my make-up is on, my hair is done, I bought this new dress and these shoes, and I put on my sparkly necklace and earrings.&n...
Submitted to Contest #153
Anya sat in the dark at her little wooden kitchen table and carefully tore a page from her small Bible. She folded the page into a thin strip, rolled it up tightly into a cylinder, inserted it into a drinking straw, and cut off the excess. Tomorrow, she thought, I’ll bring this to Yuri. “Okay, Iwo, let’s go to bed now. Tomorrow you have to do an important job.” Iwo plodded up the stairs after Anya and curled up beside her. *** Bzzzzzzzt…The alarm clock sounded far too early for Anya. “Come, Iwo, it’s 4:30. We need to get ready to go ...
Submitted to Contest #151
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
8 likes
