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Submitted to Contest #299
“No,” she tells me, shaking her head, but with an apologetic smile. I am determined to change her mind. “But, I’m this many,” I say as I struggle to hold up three, and only three, of my pudgy fingers to remind Mommy how old I am. I don’t like that I have to wait for her to give me most of the things I want. Why is everything so far up? I can only reach some blocks, a box of crayons, a handful of cars, and my truck. But she is a giant. She can reach the good things. She can reach everything! My Daddy sometimes tells me that I am actually “...
Submitted to Contest #297
“What’d he do?” I wondered. Behind me, locked in an open-air cell, sat a great, round giant, dressed entirely in orange. I would have asked, but I knew better than to speak.I had been led up the cement stairs, my restraints were removed, then I was told to “Sit!”I surveyed the space before me and determined that the challenges here were the same as I faced at home, really. The environment was overwhelming with all the people and their smells, but it was still an improvement over home. At least here I would receive the occasional pat on the s...
Submitted to Contest #296
Abigail’s Secret“Hate him, hate him, hate him!” she abruptly cried out as her neck twisted, her jaw clenched, and her chin jerked up toward the ceiling, simultaneously. Almost just as quickly, she pulled her chin back down and recovered. “Don’t say it out loud,” She whispered, a bit too loudly. “Don’t say what out loud?” Tim asked in a booming voice, especially projecting volume on the word “loud.” How long had he been here?“Fudge! Fudge, fudge!” she shouted, and jumped in her chair. She felt like she had been zapped by someone who had drag...
Submitted to Contest #295
Content warning: martial arts violence involving squish toys and marshmallow candies, smoking, romanticization/glorification of poor eating. Note that, while raccoons can eat marshmallows, they should not. Nor should they smoke. Please do not feed marshmallows nor provide cigars to raccoons. Or anyone. Arlo: A Story Told from the First-Wombat Perspective“A prophet is without honor in his own country.”“A wombat squishy plush toy is without honor in his own house.”Those are more or less the same sayings, as far as I’m concerned. At home, I am ...
Submitted to Contest #294
Sensitive content: References to mental health issues, suicide, and murder are briefly mentioned. April 1, 2024Dear Brian,I am relieved that you’re not thinking about killing yourself anymore. Does this mean your outlook is improving? And please stop thanking me; I was happy to send the money. After all, you paid for my lunch the whole first semester of freshman year. You might have forgotten about that, but I never did. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me—still is, actually. Maybe the reason we became such fast friends l...
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