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 Jan, 2025
Submitted to Contest #301
Gunshots ring in the air. The ground groans beneath me.This isn’t anything new.This ash gray sky, these bodies, their pasty fingers grabbing my uniform as I step on them in return. This is an old sight, one my mind will never be rid of.“Water… water…please.” A confederate soldier lays on the ground, a gaping hole for his stomach. He couldn’t be more than fifteen. A boy. A boy like me, dragged into this war, believing he could somehow make a difference.“Water…” He repeats.I aim my musket and fire.Die.The sound echoes numbly through my body li...
Submitted to Contest #300
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day I became friends with Tristan, though it’s a memory I wish I could erase from my mind.The weather was hot and sticky. My shirt clung to my back like a second skin and the sound of cicadas echoed through the empty park.That day Mom forced me to go outside even though I was perfectly content to just lay in my bed and stare at the walls.I would’ve stayed there for hours memorizing the specks of granite under uneven coats of paint, or the residue from stickers the kids who had lived there before stuck on.Mo...
Submitted to Contest #294
The sycamore stands tall, its long branches casting shadows over the rippling grass we rest upon.How long has it been since we came here together? Since we climbed this very hill to pick flowers? An eternity it seems, but then again no time at all. The corners of my mouth turn up in a soft smile as leaves slowly drift down into my hair. “Remember that time when we were kids and I wanted to add a sycamore leaf to my collection?” he doesn't respond. He’s like this a lot nowadays, leaving me to all the talking. It was c...
Submitted to Contest #286
Isolation is not safety, it is death.If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t.~Neil HilbornThe ocean. Its dark murky waves tossed and slashed like the loneliness within her. Would this feeling disappear with the storm? Or would it linger even when the sun showed its face again? Waves shot up the cliff side soaking her billowing dress. Her dark hair whipped and twirled with the rain and wind. ~~~Hardly without any effort the wind shoved her door open, slamming it into the opposite wall with a shuddering b...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
1 like
