Reedsy Prompts

Recently I joined a website called Reedsy. Every week they have a short story competition. They give several prompt options, you write 1,000 - 3,000 words, and then you submit it to possibly win $50. 

This last week I finally decided to participate and the prompt I chose to use was: Start your story with two characters watching a sunrise and end it with one of them seeing the moon reflecting off a lake.

Check out my submission here: Changed in the Dark



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