Prompts

Reedsy Curated Contest Site

We all come across open themed or prompt contest, but what about contest specific to your genre? Well, the search is over. Reedsy is an excellent resource for finding the perfect contest for you.

What’s even better, is it’s free! I Reedsy is one of those jewels you come across within writing communities. It is resource stocked with free courses on writing resources, editing and publishing.

In the meantime, here are few to get you started.

1. Reedsy’s weekly writing prompt – Deadline: December 21st, 2018 • Genre: Fiction, Short Story; Entry Fee : Free. Top prize $50.
2. Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction: Hippocampus Magazine; Memoir excerpts and personal essays up to 4,000 words; no theme. Deadline: July 15th, 2018 • Entry fee 💰: $12. Genre: Memoir, Non-fiction. Top prize – $1000.
3. Nowhere Magazine Spring 2018 Travel Writing Contest. Travel-specific pieces; Deadline: July 1st, 2018 • Entry fee 💰: $20. Genre: Fiction, Non-fiction. Top prize-$1000.
4. Emerging Writer’s contest – Ploughshares. Authors are considered “emerging” if they haven’t published or self-published a book. Deadline: May 15th, 2018 (Expired) • Entry fee 💰: $24. Genre: Essay, Fiction, Non-fiction, Poetry, Short Story. Top prize – $2,000 for each genre and publication in the literary journal.
5. Jim Martin Memorial Story contest – Arizona Mystery Writers. Open to anyone. Deadline: June 1st, 2018 • Entry fee 💰: $15. Genre: Crime, Short Story. Top prize – $200.

With more than 256 contests, you have lots to choose from to stretch those writing muscles. So, check out their contest site, pick one from your genre, and jump in!

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This was a draft from an old prompt. Don’t remember why I didn’t get around to posting this, but here it is. Enjoy.

Panicked, the man ran from rack to rack.

“Can I help you, Sir?” The clerk asked.

“I only looked away for a minute.”

“You’ve lost something?”

The man frantically wiped aside clothes on the nearby racks, looking underneath one. “Jackson!”

The clerk’s hands fluttered against her chest. “Oh my; shall I call security?”

“Jackson, I swear to God, when I get my hands on you.”

“I’m sure he’s close by, but threatening him won’t make him come out of hiding,” the clerk said, in a strained, high voice.

“Him?”

A look of confusion crossed the clerk’s face. “You said, Jackson. Aren’t we looking for your son?”

The man rolled his eyes. “It’s a gender neutral name,” he said, moving to the next rack. “Haven’t you heard the latest, gender terms are offensive.”

“Offensive?” The clerk moved with him, scanning the area for a wandering child. “To whom?”

“Not to me,” he said, stopping abruptly, “It’s a family name.” A smile spread across his face. The clerk followed his gaze.

The child stood on the dressing stage in front of a large mirror. Tiny hands clutched her frilly pink dress, and dark brown curls bounced with each twirl.

“She looks like a princess to me; all girl,” he said.