Savannah Hoover

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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“An Invitation” by Savannah Hoover

Submitted to Contest #280

In the quiet of the evening, when the world outside hummed softly with the sounds of life, a man sat alone in a dark room. The air was thick with tension, his mind swirling in a whirlpool of questions, doubts, and brokenness. His hands, once steady, now trembled slightly as they gripped the sides of the wooden chair, the only solid thing in his existence. He could feel the weight of the chair beneath him, the coolness of its surface grounding him in a world that felt too distant to touch.The room was nearly suffocating in its stillness. He h...

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“Behind The Door” by Savannah Hoover

Submitted to Contest #280

"What’s behind the door?" It was Elise’s first question as she toured the creaking house on Hollow Ridge. The realtor, a wiry man with darting eyes, a sweat mustache, and fingers that fidgeted with his tie, hesitated before answering.“That?” He forced a grin, but it came out brittle, like a shard of broken glass. His gaze lingered on the door: a crooked, time-warped plank at the end of the upstairs hall. “Just a crawlspace. Best leave it alone. There’s plenty of storage throughout the rest of the house, you won’t need that dusty old thi...

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“The Last One” by Savannah Hoover

Submitted to Contest #279

Every morning, I wake in the same bed, under the same sterile light, in the same suffocating room. The walls are stark and bare, closing in on me with every passing day—or so it feels. The air smells of antiseptic and decay, thick and cloying, as though this place is slowly rotting from the inside out. The hum of the ventilation system drones on, an endless mechanical whine that burrows into my skull.There’s nothing else. No voices. No footsteps. No signs of life beyond these walls. The world is empty. The world is gone.I am the last man ali...

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“Nightmare” by Savannah Hoover

Submitted to Contest #279

In the suffocating stillness of the night, beneath a sky so dark it seemed to swallow the stars, Ethan awoke with a jolt. Cold sweat dripped down his face, his heartbeat pounding in his ears like a war drum. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale sharp and strained, as if the very air had become a prison. The room around him was pitch-black, yet somehow, it felt alive—the darkness felt thick, oppressive, almost as if it had a mind of its own. The air reeked of something metallic, damp, and choking, like blood left too long to fester.Th...

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Author bio

The love of writing is a new thing of mine. I've always just been a reader. C.S. Lewis is a big inspiration