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Submitted to Contest #41
I could have killed him. We talked about it but we never agreed. But here I am, just got home from work and I’m greeted by this stupid little dog at the top of the stairs. I’m in total disbelief. I cannot believe he went behind my back and brought home a puppy. “What the hell are you doing here?” I say as I stare into the brown beady eyes of this stupid dog. I scream for my husband “Charlie!’ Of course he doesn’t answer me. “Charlie! So help me god you better answer me!” I exclaim, the ears of the stupid little fuzzy ball perk up. “oh n...
Submitted to Contest #38
Thomas Reed has been on lockdown for two weeks now. Two, painfully long weeks. Working from home sounds great, until you’re actually doing it. A busy mind needs something more than just four walls to stare at. “I should have gotten a damn dog” he says to himself. “A cat, a hamster... even a freaking fish!” For Thomas, this virus was the worst thing imaginable. He was bored, there is only so much for him to do in his small corner side condo. “I need a new hobby” he thinks aloud. He stares at the books on the shelves above his comput...
Submitted to Contest #37
   There is a tale in her village, everyone that lives there has known for three generations. The woods are cursed, tainted by the soul of an angered witch. Accused of seducing and luring men from their families. Convincing the men to bring their children to the witch for her to sacrifice to the devil. Her soul wonder, in search of the list to feed to her master.   All who live in the village know to never venture too far into the forest. Do not venture from the paths. Don’t be caught where she hunts. Don’t ang...
Submitted to Contest #36
May 27, 2017Dear Diary, I cant sleep, there’s no way I can. Sleep seems to simple. Dear god, what have I done? Everything is changed now, nothing will ever be the same. What does this all mean? I might not be sleeping but I’m stuck in this nightmare. I’m so scattered. I can’t gather my thoughts, my head is spinning. The panic is setting in. Am I ruining his life? Did I ruin my own?I felt so exposed. Naked, as eyes of judgment weighted heavy on me. The rush of emotions flooded me and I told them every raw detail.My life was liv...
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