Sephy Atlas
Bio
Writer, passionate about poetry and storytelling.
IG: @sephy.atlas
Stories (13/0)
Erasure
I opened my eyes, finding myself in a small bed with a thin, rough blue blanket on top of me. I was drenched in sweat, like after waking up from a bad nightmare, yet I couldn’t remember having any dreams. And… I couldn’t even remember who I was, what my name was, or how I got here.
By Sephy Atlas2 years ago in Fiction
Circles
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. And that was the night that 17-year-old Kali Cromwell traveled through those very woods, along with her friends Sarah and Jake. After entering the woods, they started looking for a place where they could drink and enjoy the night.
By Sephy Atlas2 years ago in Fiction
Frozen, Not Forgotten
Every December, when the pond started freezing over, all the teenagers in my neighborhood would flock to it. In my small town, there really wasn’t much to do in the winter, besides go to the pond and skate. Plus, it was right next to the high school, making it a convenient hangout spot.
By Sephy Atlas3 years ago in Fiction
Neon Night
When light flooded into my room at 1 o’clock in the morning, it was too intense to ignore. It was like a green star had suddenly materialized outside my house. I threw off the covers and stepped out of bed. Come on, I thought. A green light? Am I just destined to never get a good night’s sleep?
By Sephy Atlas3 years ago in Fiction
Possession
I sat at work, bent over a stack of paperwork. This whole day, I could hardly concentrate. Almost everybody else had left, but I was covering for a coworker of mine, who supposedly had to leave early for an appointment. At this point, considering how often he asked me to do this, I couldn’t even convince myself that he was telling the truth anymore.
By Sephy Atlas3 years ago in Fiction
The Flower of Flame. Top Story - August 2021.
It was my 16th birthday. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the unlit candles on my cake. My mom sat next to me, waiting for my grandma to arrive. I ran my fingers through my hair as we waited: it felt strange, having such short hair now. I’d gotten it cut yesterday, wanting to reinvent myself now that I was turning 16.
By Sephy Atlas3 years ago in Fiction
A World Away. Top Story - July 2021.
I arrived at our usual spot. We always met at the park, just a 15-minute walk from my house. Mirabelle went to a different high school than me—whereas I went to public school, she went to a small, all-girls private school, so, aside from weekends, we could only meet after the school day ended.
By Sephy Atlas3 years ago in Fiction