Geneva Rioz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Anxious Attachment and Me” by Geneva Rioz

He didn’t reach out again. He does this, you know? Disappears. And expects me to sit and wait for him to decide I’m worth speaking to again. It hurts me and I still haven’t figured out how to stop letting him back in. Is it love? Maybe, obsession. Maybe that’s how I must look at it so that I can let go. So that I can stop stifling my sobs in between work breaks and crying myself to sleep.I can’t breathe… I think as I clutch my chest and feel the pain start to close in and tighten there. Why am I so unwanted? Is it because I’m so easily repla...

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“Runaway with Me” by Geneva Rioz

Submitted to Contest #254

The evening sky was lit wonderfully with a hint of orange and pink pushing the blue away with the lowering sun. I watched it out of the window as Julianna tied my corset, adjusting my breathing with every pull I quietly assessed how this night should go.It must go according to plan.I thought as the breath was pulled out of me. My stockings were soft under the layers of thin skirts, I wiggled my toes in excitement as Julianna tapped my side to indicate I was fully tied and ready for my dress to be lifted and put on over my head. I raised my a...

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“Love + Coffee ” by Geneva Rioz

Submitted to Contest #253

The café was busier than normal today, a harsh breeze forced its way into the room every time the door swung open to allow another person to escape the cold. I sighed as I looked back down at my book wondering to myself as to why I constantly looked up when the bell would ring it was only announcing the door had been opened again. As if the cold wasn’t warning enough. It’s not like someone was coming in for me, there really was no reason for me to look up other than to see who it was that was causing the breeze that slid up my pant legs and ...

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“A side of Pastry” by Geneva Rioz

Submitted to Contest #250

The rain outside the window was dripping in a delightful melody as she sat on the soft blue chaise fingers wrapped around her fan, her gloves hiding the sweat that was building from the anticipation she felt. The maid was quiet as she placed the tea and cakes on the glass gold painted plates on the table closest to the window. She could see the worry on her mistress’s face but knew better than to ask if she was alright. Slowly she poured the tea and the sound of the liquid hitting the porcelain took the woman out of her trance. “Sarah, when ...

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Author bio

I'm just an artist who is trying to be heard.