This story is inspired by the weekly Reedsy prompt. You can upload freely to that site but here I upload a story, the Pinterest mood board, and any other brainstorming processes. I have also decided to start drawing my own thumbnail for each so I have more to offer you for your subscriptions and your time. Not every story here is gonna be Reedsy prompts but they are often great jumping off points so that's what today will be. Here's the prompt: Write about a character who can rewind, pause, or fast-forward time. - submissions must be between 1000 and 3000 words( I may go over this word count but it will still remain short story length. ) I am sort of twisting this prompt, it wont be ONLY one of the time options. It will be a certain mix. You'll have to stay tuned to find out!

This is part 2 of my fanfic The Night the Serpent Shed Its Skin,we continue to after he runs away and what happens.

In a primitive train station ruled by a tyrannical grizzly bear, a group of renegade caterpillars becomes the train station’s only hope in preventing the grizzly bear from causing unemployment.

Loving your life but knowing you are not perfect and wanting to make a change. Change is not for the faint of heart, but for those who love themselves enough to start over.

Part one of my fanfic The Night the Serpent Shed Its Skin about draco malfoy if he ran away instead of taking the dark mark

Vagan is rotten in what he should do? Help his friend? Or stay loyal to the Church's teachings? Trust Silver or not?

A mysterious cat infiltrates an underground headquarters to gather intelligence on feline resistance leaders while preparing for a coordinated mission against aggressive dogs and humans in their territory.

The Captain prepares Tiger Tye for a mission to retrieve a legendary tuna in an uncharted pantry sector while ensuring Earth's stability by keeping a human (Provider) under control through strict protocols

The large Maine Coon Cat, an imposing figure weighing at least twenty-five pounds, with a luxurious coat of long, intricate Tortoiseshell-Colored Fur, descended the final segment of the ramp. She walked with an air of studied arrogance, her head held high as she deliberately sniffed the air, assessing the five acres of forest-fringed backyard she had chosen for her landing site. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, were fixed on me—the large, tiger-striped cat approaching from the doorway of the house she had so unceremoniously invaded. With a slow, deliberate movement that commanded attention, she sat down in a pose of absolute regal authority, folding her long, flowing tail neatly and precisely across her front paws.

This is where you meet the main character, Drukhr, and his friend, Vagan. Drukhr is an artificer and Vagan is a monk.

Continuation of the descent into hell or madness, follow the knight into another nightmarish floor in this chapter.

Once more into the depths, let’s dive down more and more floors and follow this knight into another nightmarish his search for vengeance

Continuation of the descent into hell or madness, follow the knight into another nightmarish floor in this chapter

Continuation of the descent into hell or madness, follow the knight into another nightmarish floor in this chapter

this is a gritty story of a man searching, searching for his woman who was taken by the darkness, it all seems to be emanating from an old seemingly derelict ruined structure, he will face down these foul creatures to save his woman.

WARNING!! this chapter contains themes of abuse. This is the first chapter of His To Keep, hope you enjoy.

Robert, yearning for an ordinary first day of school, stumbles with a new mysterious kid who will change the course of his life

This is a brief lore to set up the start of the story, as it highlights a brief origin of the meliorates.

The main protagonist awakens in a shifty looking hotel room, not knowing where he is or who he is, but he knows he has a job and its to save this world.

A presence that has never spoken finds a way to press meaning directly into the narrator’s mind — not words, not sound, but something far more intimate. By the time the clock trembles again, the narrator realizes the truth: They’re no longer just being watched. They’re being answered.