Sophie Smith

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“The Unexpected Truth” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #127

I lie for a living. It has become second nature to lie to people to earn money. After all, it is a family business. I've been helping lie to people to earn money for the family since I was 5. I am a psychic medium. Have you ever heard such BS? Someone who sees and talks to ghosts to pass on a message to a loved one. When all they want to hear is the same thing? That their dead loved one has passed on peacefully and is at rest in the spiritual world. That their dead loved one loves them and is proud of them. Or that their dead love on...

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“In Search of Sophie” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #124

Everyone has a wall built around themselves, there to protect them from the dangers occupying their world. For some people, their wall only consists of a few bricks. Looking more like an ancient ruin than an actual wall. They are the lucky ones. The ones that haven’t had to experience trauma. They haven’t needed to protect themselves from the world. Other people like me, their walls are sky high with no chance of escape. No way out. No way in. Mine resembles a tower. So high up in the sky that all you can see ...

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“Pandora's Box” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #122

Today should be a lazy day, lounging around in my pyjama’s, eating junk food and anything that would never or will ever be classified as healthy whilst watching movies all day. A classic Disney movie day. Just me, myself and I, an unbelievable amount of snacks and movies. No visitors. No interruptions. Biting into the custard-filled doughnut, the smooth yellow custard oozes from where I had bitten as the dusted sugar coats my ruby red lips and pale thin fingers. My attention is all on the movie playing...

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“The Book of Memories” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #120

My parents had always taken photographs of me, my brother and my sisters when we were growing up. But not just normal holographic photographs that we have now. Old photographs from an ancient camera on their even older phones. They even went to the painstaking effort of printing off every single photo on this shiny photograph paper and sticking them into countless photo albums. And that is what I have found myself sorting out in the eerily quiet and empty house. It just isn’t the same without them here. Without them l...

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“The Night the Whispers Started” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #119

Normally I sleep through the night and dream away the darkness until the morning light. But not tonight. Tonight I have tossed and turned in the quiet darkness of my room. Seeing every hour pass by silently without a noise echoing through the sleepy house. Watching the numbers on my phone flicker to show the current time. 3:00. A slight panic coursed through my veins at the realisation of what time it was. Witching hour. The words of my Great Grandad rang through my head. Never be awake...

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“The Vow” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #118

Today’s the day I change. I had told myself that for days. Weeks. Months. Years. But today is going to be the day I actually change. Today is going to be the day that I face my anxieties. Today is going to be the day that I smile. Today is going to be the day that I will change. I just didn’t know it yet. How could I? I hadn’t met you yet. The reason for the change. But standing here, in front of you, I now know that’s the day I began to change. That’s the day I met you.&n...

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“A Splash of Colour” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #112

The world had long been painted grey. Long before I was born, the world that everyone had known was destroyed. The world turned grey and dull, the colour leaked from the sky, the land, the sea, the whole Earth. The world was uninhabitable. That doesn’t mean I don’t know the stories. About what the world was like before. About what happened. Covid-19. The nuclear fallout. The world turning grey. My Mum tells me the stories. She always has. Mainly because my Dad, always asks her to. You can...

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“Why Can't Anyone See the Pattern?” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #111

My parents have always said I’m gifted. That I should ignore what other people say. That they don’t understand. That me being diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder at 7 years, 3 months, and 8 days old isn’t a bad thing. It’s my superpower. I can see things that no one notices. I notice the patterns that no one else can see. And still, no one listens. No, no one wants to believe. Would you if a young girl aged 13 years, 7 months, and 11 days solved the biggest problem facing th...

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“It was Doomed From the Start” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #110

If you knew how you were going to die, would you try and stop it from happening or just accept the inevitable? I wouldn’t have run away. I wouldn’t have gotten in the car and drove. I would have picked up Ezekiel. After all, he's still here. I started on the doomed journey two days ago. I had had enough. I just needed to get away. The pain had become too much. So I did what I always did. I ran. I quickly packed my backpack full of clothes, and also grabbed my phone and car keys. Within a matter of minutes, I am out of my hometown a...

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“The Grave Shift” by Sophie Smith

Submitted to Contest #109

My luck had finally run out. Somehow I’ve avoided this misfortune for the two years that I have worked here. That doesn’t mean I haven’t heard the stories. The feeling of being watched. The ominous shadow figure. The mysterious doctor. And to top off working the night shift in a hospital, today just so happens to be Thursday 12th October. That means that when the clock strikes midnight it will be Friday 13th. Great. Pulling up to Hope Gardens Hospital, the heavens opened painting everything in its pa...

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Author bio

Hi, my name is Sophie and I am 22 from England. Now that you know who I am, I have always been a writer, scribbling stories in notebooks to help me escape the real world. My boyfriend found my scribbles and made me believe in myself that I should share them with the world. So here I am. I want to become a better writer so any feedback good or bad is greatly appreciated :)