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Fear. The ultimate emotion. Primordial. The human instincts whether real or perceived have given us all the ability to react swiftly with a startled heart, clammy palms or the nostalgic goosebumps up our arms triggered by a sight, a sound or even a thought. It was this emotion that predominantly occupied the thoughts of Vicino Orisini, the Duke of Bomarzo. Haunted by his 11 years in service to the Papal Army. War...
No one ever snapped my bra. Which came as no surprise to me or my 40 C's. I didn't date. No one paid me compliments. My mother frequently told me I was ugly. I had to hide under oversized clothes. Baggy and resembling elephant skin. Grey, taupe, beige and any other dull color was required to hide my ugliness so that I wasn't vain and distracting. One day, I was riding in the passenger seat of the family car li...
Pamela loved her pigtails and often hooked her thumbs behind the straps of her Oshkosh B'gosh coveralls. Whether she knew she was precocious or not could never truly be ascertained. However she was the Apple of Vernon’s eye and had been for the nearly eight and a half years since she had arrived as a late in life baby. Today was certainly no exception! “I want to keep her,” Pamela stated in her usual tone...
Estelle’s toothless smile was made brighter by the swirling snow. Charles had recommended they leave their dentures behind just in case they flew out and were lost among the snowdrifts. The snow was dry and powdery which made good pack and the snowshoes had made the trek that much easier. Well as easy as a trek in the snow could be for a pair of septuagenarians. The others had guffawed at the idea of a sledding excursion but the recent two day blizzard that blanketed the Sunnybrook Senior Home and surrounding area was the ...
“He's an absolute lunatic!” My mother squealed to no one in particular. “I don't know where she found him but she ought to put him back.” My Aunt stated matter of factly. They both were referring to my husband, Marv, who was puttering around outside with goggles on his face and sporting a very unusual spandex get up. He had all the appearances of a Christopher Lloyd doppelganger. That was even before he bl...
“Wakey Wakey, Mister Black. Mister Winky is waiting, “ the baritone brickhouse spoke. His oily little partner snickered. I was summarily picked up by the scruff of the neck and whisked away in a dark Kia sedan so fast I only caught the last three digits of the license plate: 666. The sedan quickly navigated every dark alley the city had to offer before coming to an abrupt halt outside Mommas Bakery on 81st and Lexington ...
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