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Submitted to Contest #160
"May I have this dance?" He holds out his hand to me.I laugh and shake my head at him. "Are you insane? It's pouring down rain! We need to get back into the car and go home.""Insane? No. Crazy for you? Definitely. I want to dance in the rain with my girl. C'mon."I can't help but smile brightly at him, the butterflies swarming their way through my stomach. Only this man can make me want to do these things. I give in and take his hand. He leads me to an empty spot under the big oak tree. I'm pressed up against him. The clean, woodsy fragrance ...
Submitted to Contest #158
It's not fair.The way my heart beats so loud that I can hear the pounding in my ears.It's not fair.That crooked smile and curly hair.It's not fair.The way my whole body trembles when you say my name.It's not fair.It's not fair because you are not mine and I am not yours.But you kiss me like I am.Teeth and tongue and low moans.My guilty pleasure is you.You kiss me like you'll never see me again.It's the best feeling in the world until I'm driving back home to the one who is mine.I feel guilty and I promise myself that was the last time.You ar...
Submitted to Contest #148
"Mark, I need to file a noise complaint on apartment 2B." I say to the landlord. His name is Mark Lessing and he's been my landlord for three years now. I’ve never had to come to him with any complaint, but today is the day that changes.He slightly tilts his head down so he's looking at me from over the thick-rimmed glasses that slid down his nose. "Apartment 2B, you say?"I nodded. "Yes. You know I have to work early in the morning and my lovely neighbor likes to blare his awful, music loudly throughout the night. I've tried to ignore it, bu...
**some explicit language and mature themes/situations**Bang. Bang. Bang.Boom. Boom. Boom.I pause my movie and wait for the incessant noise coming from the apartment next to mine to stop. This is a nightly occurrence and it really puts a damper on my regularly scheduled Netflix marathons. I've tried and tried to be nice about it, but he's left me no choice tonight. I'm over it and today has already been a complete shit show, so honestly, being nice is no longer my forte at the moment. I unravel myself out of my fuzzy blanket and throw on the ...
Submitted to Contest #147
I remember when I was young, dreaming of the day when Prince Charming would come knocking on my door, ready to whisk me away for our forever fairytale. I was so young and naïve. Oh, how I wish I could go back, but life isn't perfect fairytales and cheesy rom-coms. I know that now. I know that now because of him.I met him when I was just fifteen years old. He was older than me. He was twenty two and he had a motorcycle. He was all tattoos and dark hair. He wasn't exactly the prince I imagined when I was little, but I wasn't that little anymor...
Submitted to Contest #143
The flowers you bought me are still sitting by the kitchen window. The dried petals and leaves falling onto the marbled counter top. I sit and stare at the sad, drooping flowers. I like to think that they are some sort of metaphor for us. We were beautiful in the beginning. We were bright, vibrant, and fun. We were full of love and hope. We made sure to water the flowers and give them sunlight, so they can thrive and grow. We did really well for a while, at least until you left.The flowers began to die because I couldn’t bring myself to take...
Submitted to Contest #140
You spend years of your life with someone. You get to know their favorite foods. You get to know what their hair looks like first thing in the morning. You get to know about every single detail of them. You find yourself in love with everything about them, even the bad parts. You think there won’t ever come a day where you would despise that person. You would be wrong. You would be so completely wrong. I could be biased, but I’m just speaking from experience. I hate my husband. I hate when he comes home from work and goes straight to the cou...
Submitted to Contest #139
January 3rd, 2017Dear Diary,My therapist told me it might help me to start writing down my thoughts every now and then. I’m not entirely sure how writing down stupid words on a piece of paper will help me at all, but who am I to judge? She’s the professional after all. I’m not sure how to even write in a diary. It all seems so childish, but if it gets my mom and therapist off my back for a while then I will do just about anything. So diary, I guess I’ll start off by saying why I’m in therapy. They say it’s because I’m depressed, but I don’t ...
Grow up. Grow up. Grow up. That’s all we wanted to do when we were younger. We wanted to go out into the world on our own. We didn’t want to listen to our parents, teachers, or any other adult we came across. We wanted to make our own rules. We thought we were ready for it all. Bills. Work. Groceries. It all crept on us so quickly we barely had time to prepare. They tried to tell us, but we never listened. I think that’s because we thought we still had forever left. We thought a few years meant a lifetime, but we blinked and it was no...
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