Everett Silvers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“A Letter to a Hurting Heart ” by Everett Silvers

Pain. That’s what you left me with. It was this overwhelming numb sensation. It started in my heart and spread to my gut. It started in my heart and spread into my brain. It didn’t stop, didn’t end, grew less little by little. You always said you were better with a bow, but that doesn’t explain the daggers in my stomach whenever I think of you. Doesn’t explain the scars you left in my heart, th...

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“Echoes” by Everett Silvers

Authors Note - there are sensitive themes in this story that are paramount to the plot, descriptions of self harm, depression, stalking, alcholism, and sexual assault. If this triggers you or you aren't comfortable reading then please don't. Thanks, and enjoy;) Don't you remember? How my screams rang though the empty house, raw and horrible. Empty house, empty house, always empty. Where had all the famil...

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“Daisies” by Everett Silvers

You really dislike the daisies. It's spring now, a season that is usually happy for other people. The birds are back, chirping and building their nests. Trees and the ground are covered in fresh new growth. The flowers are starting to pop up and bloom, the snowdrops, dandelions, cherry blossoms, and those star-of-David's. It's the daisies that irritate you most. They're too cheerful, too gaudy in their white and yellow, ...

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“Guilt” by Everett Silvers

I stared down at their graves, my face felt blank. Emotions boiled underneath my skin as I gazed at the names carved into the stones. The ground was still freshly shovelled and wet. Steadily becoming soaked by the gray drizzle that was pouring down on me from the dark clouds above. I sniffed, wiping away a tear that was about to fall as I stared at the first grave. James Oliver Johnson, it began. Died at ag...

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“The Next-door Neighbor Pt. 2 - Gifted and Talented” by Everett Silvers

(Authors Note: So I know that my writing may be a bit odd/unique but, especially with first person stories like this, I try to mimic people's speech patterns, like they're talking instead of me just writing it out. That's why you'll find a lot of apostrophes and quotation marks and stuff, enjoy!)Conner's POV:'You're so gifted and talented!''Gifted and talented eh?''Our gifted and talented Conner!''Gifted and talented,''Gifted and talented?''Gifted and talented.'...

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“The Next-door Neighbor Pt. 1” by Everett Silvers

Brooke's POV:It all started when a new family moved into the creepy house next to mine. I'd lived there my entire life and couldn't remember a time when it had ever been occupied. It had always been a mystery to me. It was at least four stories tall, most of it was covered in dark ivy, the grass in the front lawn looked like it hadn't been cut since the dawn of time. There were hedges that were more like huge walls of greenery, a black iron fence and gate that surrounded and blocked the mansion from the rest of the neigh...

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“Dear You” by Everett Silvers

Dear You, I'm still mad at you. You should know that better than anyone. I inherited your temper and Dad's love for books and writing. You might wonder why I started my letter with 'Dear You' but you're smart, I got that from you, you'll be able to figure it out. I don't know if I'll be able to forgive you, and it's not like you'll write back or maybe even read this once you see the return addre...

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“A Last Meal” by Everett Silvers

Necroth walked up the hill with his usual arrogant swagger. He was tall, handsome, with dark hair and eyes that were like black pits. His cloak fluttered in the wind, shifting between blacks and greys and screaming faces. The rest of his clothes were black, tunic, boots, breeches, he had the look of a man who would do evil with a will. He soon arrived at the top of the hill where a table, seemingly carved out of black stone, sat and was set with a meal fit for a king.There were roast foul and even a boar with a bright re...

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Author bio

Hi, I'm Everett. I love writing, it's a special creative outlet and a way to express what I'm feeling when I feel like I can't talk to people. a writer is a universe trapped in a person ~ victor hugo I try to talk/write about the stuff that people don't really talk about. I was probably a queen in a past life, along with Emily Dickenson. Some depressed writer at least. Just a short person with statements, her clothing reflects that, lol. I love aesthetics (currently into dark academia), music, scones, notebooks, recently bullet journaling, London fog, haikus, and romance. Yes I have a form/quiz. Please let me know if you did it (NEW QUIZ OUT NOW) ~ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe_xHeuAHJUTXgif4cPds4GPP2Nb__mUuAT1mNdVcWAIM5bEw/viewform?usp=sf_link I'm kind of back now, or I might be. If I post it'll be probably be some more comtemplative, experimental stuff, but still, I hope you like :) grow from the hardships my lovelies, flowers always look best after the ashes. it's hard i know, but just wait and see what you can become ~ unknown