Sara Zervos
Bio
A writer with many ideas; trying to juggle work and writing.
Stories (7/0)
If Only
Rosie Lopez stared at herself in the mirror as she slowly brushed her teeth. Her eyes traced her features, noting the deep dark circles from under her eyes. Her jaw was sore from all the clenching the night before. Rosie gagged, spitting the remainder of the toothpaste from her mouth. She was trying her best to lengthen her nightly routine so that she wouldn’t spend too much time asleep. Every night for the past two weeks, she has had the same recurring nightmare. Rosie cringed to herself as she remembered the horror she felt as she slid into her bed. Putting on a show on her TV, she settled into bed, hoping that the show could spark any other dreams. Her eyes started to feel heavy, and as much as she tried to fight it off, darkness embraced her, and sleep took over.
By Sara Zervosabout a month ago in Fiction
If Only
Rosie Lopez stared at herself in the mirror as she slowly brushed her teeth. Her eyes traced her features, noting the deep dark circles from under her eyes. Her jaw was sore from all the clenching the night before. Rosie gagged, spitting the remainder of the toothpaste from her mouth. She was trying her best to lengthen her nightly routine so that she wouldn’t spend too much time asleep. Every night for the past two weeks, she has had the same recurring nightmare. Rosie cringed to herself as she remembered the horror she felt as she slid into her bed. Putting on a show on her TV, she settled into bed, hoping that the show could spark any other dreams. Her eyes started to feel heavy, and as much as she tried to fight it off, darkness embraced her, and sleep took over.
By Sara Zervosabout a month ago in Fiction
Dulling the pain
Misplaced. Honestly, an irregular thing for me. I am an instrument of death. An artist of torture. My handle was crafted for my owner to never lose grip, my blade usually gets sharpened every day. I lay abandoned on the cold floor of a basement. Tossed to the side without any second thought in my opinion. This type of betrayal, I can only dream of giving the same treatment to my owner as he had done to his endless victims. Stabbings, quick slashing, shallow cuts, even punches with my handle. The glorious job of being a serial killer’s murder weapon.
By Sara Zervos5 months ago in Fiction
Banished
I don’t think I could have imagined what could have resulted when I fell in love. For many, love is something worth celebrating, something encouraged, and most crave it. You would think that when my parents found out I was ready to marry someone I loved, they would’ve been ecstatic.
By Sara Zervos8 months ago in Fiction
Finally Peace
Mia stares almost blankly at the message she just received. Feeling the sour lump in her throat, she throws the phone down. Breathing in and out to calm down, her lip quivered and as much as she wanted to cry, no tears were coming out. Mia had known Noah for about ten years now, and from day one she had a massive crush on him. There was just something about him that she couldn’t put her finger on, something that always drew her back to him. Mia had other relationships which have ended now, and in the back of her head she was filled with the what-ifs about Noah. Early this year, he had reached out to her out of the blue; Mia was newly single not looking for anything and could have combusted on the spot when she saw his name on the phone. They would hang out till the early hours, share secrets, and kiss very passionately. Mia wanted to know where his head was at, and she was always met with a “I like you a lot, but I’m just not ready for a relationship yet.”
By Sara Zervos8 months ago in Fiction
Night of a Wallflower
Short story for the Unspoken contest in which I missed the deadline! I really did enjoy writing this. The music in the room made the walls vibrate. Crowds of people dancing, yelling over the music, laughter filling the air. Mari felt uncomfortable, clinging to her red solo cup while leaning against the wall. Her friends of course made her come to this party and she would make sure they wouldn’t hear the end of it.
By Sara Zervos8 months ago in Fiction
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