Geneva Savage

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“Similar” by Geneva Savage

It's incredibly hot. It's still more humid. Even indoors, I can't get cool. I, however, am not indoors. I'm outside in the thick of this summer's horrendous weather. Apparently, “rookie” reporters must weather the weather whatever the weather. I wouldn't mind on any other day, but this week has reeked disappointments enough already. “You,” my boss called from behind me as I walked into the conference room...

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“Love, Leila” by Geneva Savage

I watched him.I watched him shovel away snow. I watched him break into the hard, frozen earth. I watched his hands bleed with the effort. I didn't offer him help. Let him bleed, I thought. She had bled for him. Gone … for him. Maybe he was thinking the same thing because, even though his blood dripped off him and painted the melting snow a bright crimson, he kept pounding into the earth. Like he could change something. Like the harder he tried, the deeper he went, the number he felt, the closer he'd get...

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“The Million Dollar Question” by Geneva Savage

Your mom is not a typical mother. For your third birthday, she led you into a Target and showed you how to move objects to the wrong shelves to confuse the security guys. Then, you stuffed the loot into your pockets. In a pinch, she'd pretend to be pregnant, so she could stuff her maternity clothes full of groceries. Once you got older, she gave you harder jobs. “Remember,” she told you one day, “People w...

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“Love, Leila” by Geneva Savage

I watched him.I watched him shovel away snow. I watched him break into the hard, frozen earth. I watched his hands bleed with the effort. I didn't offer him help. Let him bleed, I thought. She had bled for him. Gone … for him. Maybe he was thinking the same thing because, even though his blood dripped off him and painted the melting snow a bright crimson, he kept pounding into the earth. Like he could change something. Like the harder he tried, the deeper he went, the number he felt, the closer he'd get...

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“Facing Scars” by Geneva Savage

Ping. Ping. A young girl, barely fifteen years old, looked down at her phone. Her Instagram was blowing up. Strange. Kiley hardly posted anything. She never had anything worth posting. Besides, if she posted something, chances were she'd have to be in the picture, and that was never going to happen. Even hanging out with her friends, Kiley always refused to be in photographs. She could not stand seeing herself. ...

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“Brighter Than Stars” by Geneva Savage

When I was little, my sister and would climb out our bedroom window. We didn't sneak out every night, only the ones when the yelling and screaming was the worst. We'd jump out, first Rayne – plop – and then me – plop. We would scramble up the stack of palettes siting next to her window and reach out to the roof. Then, we'd camp out on the roof until we couldn't hear the yelling anymore. One night I was crying. D...

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“Keep Them Safe” by Geneva Savage

“Fire!” Amirith's scream pierces the air. “Get out! I'll get Noehia,” David Lennon shouts to his oldest daughter. His youngest cries out, petrified, “Daddy, help me! Daddy!” Dove is running toward the window and sees her younger sister, Amirith, already outside. She's hugging herself and staring up at the window expectantly. But, their mother isn't down there. “Where's Mom? Dad! ...

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“Where Daydreaming Ends” by Geneva Savage

A cool, salty breeze caressed her cheeks. With the waves lapping at her feet and the warm sand beneath her toes, Rizpah Van Winslow hadn't a care in the world. The clouds swept along with the breeze, creating lazy pictures that Rizpah's closed eyes never saw. Still, somehow the girl knew that the sky couldn't help but reflect her do-nothing mentality. If only her parents shared this mindset, then life would truly be bli...

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“Almost” by Geneva Savage

Cold shivers run down my spine. My breath catches, and I wake up from where I’d fallen asleep in the soft grass while studying. Opening my eyes, the first thing I see is a brilliant sky. I soak it in. Pink and blue and violet are slowly dying in the lower, western corner of the sky. I have exams to study for and papers to write, but I take this moment. For a few seconds, I smile and remember. The wind rustle...

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Author bio

Right, so I'm not super interesting, I write characters for that ;) Will read if asked and feel free to give helpful criticism. Hope you like my stuff <3