S Georgina

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

Stories (7)

7 Stories

14 karma pts

?

“Whispers of a hidden heart chapters 8 & 9” by S Georgina

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....

Read story

“Whispers of a hidden heart chapter 7” by S Georgina

NO ONE FROM SCHOOL READ THIS!!!!!!!! NO WAY!!!!!!!! Chapter seven.The bell rings, and the class simultaneously leaps from their desks. They rush out the door, to their friends, to joy, to freedom. I stay inside, sliding my laptop into its tray and piling up the books on my desk. I try to delay time, hold back from the moment where I have to step into the hallway and face the world. Face my “friends”. I don’t have friends.Friend- a person who experiences a strong bond with another. Someone you can rely on. Someone who will always be there for...

Read story

“Whispers of a hidden heart chapters 5 & 6” by S Georgina

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 ...

Read story

“Whispers of a hidden heart chapters 1, 2, 3, & 4” by S Georgina

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...

Read story

“Desperate Remedies (and other short stories)” by S Georgina

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 ...

Read story

“Bobby Joe’s book of death” by S Georgina

It’s all fun and games until Bobby Joe gets involved…Bobby Joe and the TsunamiSand whipped Bobby Joe’s face and made his red eyes sting. A few people were in the surf, enjoying the warm summer afternoon, despite thick storm clouds lingering above. Huge waves crashed down upon them, and Bobby Joe liked watching them suffer. He spotted an enormous wave towering behind the rest, and wondered what it would feel like to be smashed by that. A few kids along the beach stared and pointed at the wave in awe as picked up speed and started to swal...

Read story

“My life on fire” by S Georgina

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...

Read story

Author bio

I am just like Theodore Finch in All The Bright Places. But he is the water. I am the sky. Sometimes I get this feeling. I don't know how to explain it, but I call it the "I Want My Heart" emotion. It's like I want to rip my heart out of me and feel the pain because that is all I deserve. Like there is a knife in my chest and it's going deeper and deeper, twisted hate and lies. I belong at the beach. I belong it the waves with the sand, but I can't be. And if I ever run away, that is where I will be. My favourite place in the whole wide world, Chinamans Beach, Evans Head. When I was young, I wanted to be an astronaut. To know what it feels like to be weightless in the sky, far away from humans and their hatred. I still do, but I will never be. I don't even know if I will make it to highschool. Who knows. I might be dead. But who said I was living anyway? You hate me? That's nice. But guess what? I hate myself too. More than you could ever imagine.