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YOU'RE FROM SCHOOL? DON'T READ THIS!!!!!!!!!!Chapter eight.“You can tell him if you want. I don’t really care,” I say to my whole friend group. But I would like to make a correction: I do care. I care what they do, because last year they ruined me. This year they will ruin me. I say I like someone to get them to stop annoying me about it. They tell the person, and everything becomes a mess of tangled wire. Except, this time will really ruin me.“Hey, Charlie!” Leila was up and had already crossed to the other side of the concrete eating area....
AGAIN NO ONE FROM SCHOOL READ THIS PLEASE!!!!!! Chapter five.The trees dance in the breeze, whispering to each other. Look at her they murmur, hands stretching into the sky. I ignore them, just keep walking, dodge the cracks in the pavement. The cracks in my pavement, the cracks in my life.If I fall, I could tumble onto my head and lie in the dirt, crimson blood pooling around my body. The crows would eye mr from their wooden castles, hidden amongst leaves. They would swoop down as soon as the glass wall dividing my life and death ...
NO ONE FROM SCHOOL READ THIS PLEASE!!!!Chapter one.It’s three in the morning, and I can’t sleep. My thoughts are a tornado in my brain, and then the voices come back. They scream in my head. They yell at me, what are you doing, Scar? Everybody hates you, you’re useless, just leave. Nobody will miss you. I can’t stop thinking. My body is filled with fog, so opaque but still hollow. Tears pave their paths down my cheek, warm before they hit the emptiness of my room. I try my breathing exercises; in, two three four, out, two three four. An...
Author’s note: These stories are 2 minute short stories and I pretty much finished them in under 2 minutes. If I have an idea, I write it. That’s just me. They are completely fiction. Please comment any writing tips and advice!I rememberI remember when I found someone like me, someone who I could talk to.I remember the fear of letting the words fall out of my mouth.I remember looking up how to kill yourself, absentmindedly scrolling past the lifeline contact details.I remember trying to tangle myself up in the wires on the blinds.I remember ...
The fire started small at first, inside the charging port connected to my computer. The flames crept out slowly, starting to eat my desk and burn holes in the worn-down grey carpet. By then, I did not realise that my room was on fire. Nor did I realise that I was about to leave behind the house that I have lived in for my whole life, letting the memories burn like the marshmallows that my friends and I toasted on the campfire last July.When I did realise that my life had been set on fire, it was too late to put it out. My fire had sharp tipp...
Just found out my whole life was a lie. Thanks a lot, seventeen.
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