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Hey Reeders,This story is the official meeting place of a Reedsy group called the Skribbls. We’re a group that leaves feedback on stories and plays Skribble the online Pictionary game almost every day. If you want to join, all you have to do is comment below or ask any of the founders. Also, I realized this message kind of does apply to the prompt.For anyone who hasn't played skribble before, here's a brief description. You can join through a link and it takes you to our customized game. One person pick...
Author’s Note: This is part two of Nadia and Elias’s story, from my story “Please Understand.” It would probably make sense if you read part one first, which is pretty short. I’m not sure if this counts as a trigger warning, but it does involve kidnapping as a major part of the plot. Thank you for being here on a story I wrote, I hope you enjoy it. Have an amazing day! 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅: ...
Hey all, hope your day has been going well. This is a really short poem I wrote. It doesn’t apply to the prompt, and it’s under the word limit, but I kind of felt like posting it so I did. I have a feeling it’s pretty bad, so if you choose to continue, proceed with caution. Also, feel free to tell me what you think.✪✪✪✪✪I have high expectations for myself,For what I’m meant to do.Then I see how small I am,
Author's Note: This is a collab I did with my amazing Reedsy friend, Danny Glipo. She did Elliot's POV, which you should definitely check out along with the rest of her stories. I'll put a link to her page in a comment below. I hope you enjoy! The crisp, icy air wakes me in the morning. I quickly retrieve my fleece blanket from the floor, I must have kicked it off the bed sometime during the night, and p...
Hi everyone, I’ll start by saying that this is more of a message than a story. It doesn’t fit the prompt but there are a few things I would like to say.Number one, I know downvoting has been a big problem on Reedsy lately but only recently after reading Upvoter’s story “Goodbye” did I realize that upvoting can have the same consequences. I have been a person that upvotes others frequently, and I’m sorry for the negative effect it could have had on others. My intention was to help the author’s I gav...
By the time work lets out, dusk has already descended on the city. The hazy shadows slip between narrow alleyways and under the awnings of buildings. Flooding the streets with dusty darkness.I speed up my pace as I hurry to catch my bus home on time. It is seven in the evening by now, definitely later than I expected to stay at the office. I always found the streets unnerving in the dark, like any number of things could pop out in front of me as I turn a street corner. I pick up my phone and dial E...
Author's Note: For one of my first stories of 2021 I decided to include all of my friends from Reedsy for fun. This story is dedicated to everyone included in it and all the other amazing authors on the site. It's inspired by Litlover's Marshmallow Pride story since the characters are real people. Also, I was inspired by the show His Dark Materials which I watched recently and loved. Sorry in advance if my descript...
Author's Note: This is a collab I did with my Reedsy friend Brooke D., who is an amazing author and so sweet. You should check out her perspective and all the rest of her spectacular stories!!! Hope you enjoy it! -O-O-O- Aislado and I watch the live recording of the New Year's countdown on television. I'm sitting on a stack of cardboard boxes, each with notes scrawled in black permanent ma...
𝐓𝐞𝐧My best friend, Emilia, taught me to always stay true to myself.I met her on the first day of first grade, in the bustling highlighter-yellow hallway outside our classroom. Our backpack hooks were adjacent to each other, each with a laminated frog sticker above it displaying our names.The rest of my classmates stood in a circle around her, giggling and staring at her without attempting to make their teasing discrete. After a few moments of confusion, I realized they were laughing at...
Author's Note: This is a collab I did with Nainika Gupta! She is a really amazing author so you should definitely check out her part (Wayne's POV) and all the rest of her stories. I put the link to her page in a comment. Hope you enjoy reading this!On the morning of December 31, the streets are way more crowded than usual. People bustle down the sidewalk on their way to meet friends for breakfast, while others sit on cold benches sipping steaming thermoses of coffee or hot chocolate. The license plates of the ma...
𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓸𝓷𝓮-𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱. The snow is soft and unbroken when I pull back the heavy curtains and peek out the window. I pull on my winter gear as quickly as possible, fighting the desire to make a snow angel in only my pyjamas. When I am finally bundled up and sheltered from the relentless gusts of wind creaking the windows, I open the door and walk outside. There is somet...
Coal stains my white shoes, black powder bellowing up into the murky air. Bones crunch under my feet, each with a sickening crack. The many golden charms on my bracelet jingle against each other, a constant reminder of what I have done. One object for every life I have taken. I can still recall the face of every innocent person that fell at my feet, because of my curse. The charms don’t let me forget all ...
Author’s Note: I kind of tweaked the prompt a little here because I had an idea that was pretty similar. It is pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it!፠ ፠ ፠“We are so close to finding it,” the wrinkled creature states, “The key to everything.”Her skin is weathered and rough to the touch. Like an emerald-colored elephant. She is average size, not too big and not too small. Her wide blue eyes bulge out of her face, like two reflective serving bowls, shimmering with ambition....
Author's Note: This is part two of my other story "Banished", so it would probably make more sense if you read part one first. Part two is in the perspective of Lisha's brother.☆☆☆Everyone thinks we’re dead. Everyone also thinks that the mainland is the only land left. Well, they’re wrong- on both accounts.The island where we live is small, forgotten by explorers and cartographers. It is a miracle for those who find it, because in order to get there you have to have been banished from ...
Two circular eyes, a round dot for a nose, a simple line for a mouth. The face forms in a foggy patch of my breath on the window. Last night the temperatures dropped drastically making the glass hazy and impossible to see through.The face stares expressionlessly back at me until a drop of rain on the outside surface slices right through it. Like a teardrop streaking down the imaginary person’s face. Even the sky is crying on this sorrowful day.With a plan formulating in my head, I snatch an...
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