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 Nov, 2020
Submitted to Contest #273
The clang of the cell door opening rang out, sharp as hell in that cold concrete hallway. Diane stepped out, heart thudding, bed-check roll call—the same damn routine, day in, day out. Her name—it couldn’t come fast enough. Maybe today was the day. “Willshire, Diane. You have an approved letter at the inmate’s window in the mailroom.”Robyn’s letter. Finally.Her hands shook when she reached for the envelope, the paper thin but heavy in her grip.Stamped: APPROVED. Hit like a punch. The address stared back:Inmate: Diane Wilshire - #2456-96...
Submitted to Contest #102
THE LINE IS long due to COVID-19 and all the Fourth of July shootings last weekend in the United States. I'm Raymond Johnson, attorney at law, and as far as I can tell, I died about three hours ago. I am now sitting in line at the pearly gates waiting for my interview. Sitting next to me is Kola Ajose, a former Nigerian soldier, who'd been killed by gunfire from the ambushers at his general's motorcade. He asked me, "And how'd you get here man?" So I began to tell him my story. * * * "AFTER THIS MEETING, I knew Mrs. Merril Spencer, my cl...
Submitted to Contest #101
"MASTER ADAM HUMPHREY? I want to talk to you," a voice said in the garage. Adam looked around, and didn't see anyone. "Master Adam Humphrey, my name is Lord Baron Kelvin. I am trapped inside this mirror. I have been for over a thousand years. Look here, I need your help." Adam walked over, faced an image of an old man, with long hair and bushy eyebrows. "Are you talking to me?" Adam asked. "I am talking to you Master Adam," said the old man. "I need your help to get out of here, by four hundred years." "What can I do?...
Submitted to Contest #100
I’M NOT GOING in the front. I’ll just wait here until someone comes out. The door swung open. “Hi Jessica. You back?” Ronny said, the dinner-hour, salad-prep guy. She answered him by only shrugging her shoulders--she didn’t know. She had a hunch she’d know where he was. Now in the kitchen of “Mio Amico” restaurant, she headed to the little staff lunchroom. There was Reed, her manager, sitting at the back table, alone in front of a pile of dirty dishes, scrubbing through his iPhone. Jessica sat down. He looked up, when he recog...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
7 likes
