Advice, insights and news
Free 10-day publishing courses
Free publishing webinars
Free EPUB & PDF typesetting tool
Launch your book in style
Assemble a team of pros
A weekly short story contest
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022
“You two can call me a Thanksgiving turkey. … I’m stuffed! … Aw come on! What got into you two spoilsports? Where's that big, pretty smile you’re known for Paul?” “I’m fine Bill. We’re just enjoying our food.” “You don’t look like you’re enjoying it all that much. Liven up a bit, we’ve got a whole banquet in front of us! Fit for a bloody king! An entire Jazz band, basted and broiled!”
John stood with the alien in front of his bookshelf. A chance encounter with the third kind. It had ended up in his back garden some days ago and he was helping it repair its method of transportation ; it just needed a working toaster apparently. While already fixed, it needed about a day to ... well ... John didn't quite understand why it needed a day but the Alien was adamant that it did. While very eager to get home, it took a novel interest in the customs of the strange peoples it found itself amongst.“What are all these?” the ...
A group of men, masked by night, run out into the mud. They step over dead bodies and follow the sound of a voice screaming for help. They find him on the floor, unable to move having been hobbled by a bullet. The stretcher bears share a look and kneel down to place the man onto the stretcher. “3. 2. 1.” The man counts as they both ready themselves to lift him up. They steal back into the night as best the can while bear...
CW for mentions of death and minor mentions of suicideAllan awoke with a start. His phone was vibrating rapidly on his bedside table. Not the phone he used for personal matters, but instead his simple burner phone. The one he used for work. The one that could be remotely wiped by the press of a button. The one where he received orders to do reconnaissance on those who are having people paid to kill them. He sat up and tried to put on his best ‘awake’ voice for the person on the other end of the line.“Wa-h-wha-who is it?” he ...
I work for Hell. See, a lot of humans think Hell is just the entire ‘fire and brimstone’ part but there are a lot of people who make sure that it’s well regulated. There are a lot of different departments down here. I don’t deal with torture, that’d be the folks a couple layers down. I work in the more bureaucratic departments. I work in one of the very first levels of the afterlife, dealing with petty disputes over mora...
Chief assistant to the assistant chief at ASDA
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email: