Sidney Smith
Bio
A picture tells a thousand words, and a thousand words can paint a beautiful picture.
I have been a writer all of my life. It has been like an anchor for me to release emotions, process ideas, and escape into a world of fantasy.
Stories (27/0)
Being Multiracial in the U.S
Imagine, you wake up one morning in 2019. The world seems like it always does. There are wars and rumors of wars, political fights, and the school work grind continues as normal. However, on this day the News becomes swarmed with even more terror than usual. All of the stations are talking in a panicked frenzy about a Corona Virus that is sweeping over China. You don’t think about it much, but you do think that the News may be over worrying.
By Sidney Smith2 months ago in Humans
Reflecting on the Harry Potter Series as an Adult
When I was 6 years old there were two profound things I experienced in my life. One was the experience of 9/11 that shook the world, and the other was a boy wizard named “Harry Potter,” that shook my view of the world.
By Sidney Smith4 months ago in Humans
A Writer’s Inspiration
You told me to write, so I didn’t stop writing. Laying on your death bed it was one of the last things you said to me. Barely conscious, you didn’t say you loved me. But in a way it was your way of telling me, that you saw something. Some sort of dream.
By Sidney Smith4 months ago in Families
Green's New Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Or at least it felt like it wasn't. I knew I was staring at myself but I appeared older. My dark hair was not as vibrant, I could see some gray hairs starting to appear around my scalp. Crow's feet were popping up around my eyes as I grinned. 'Where did all the time go?' I thought to myself. The room was dark and dusty with sunlight poking through the curtains. Perhaps this is what was causing my appearance.
By Sidney Smithabout a year ago in Horror
I Look Up
Peak is high Ground is low I look up.
By Sidney Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Song of Ghosts (Part 1)
THEY SAID I HAVE A GIFT. I remember sitting in the Principal’s office when I was a thirteen year old girl with my parents. I felt like being in this office meant that I was in trouble, but I wasn’t. This was good terms. I still kept myself clenched in my seat, my mother touching my shoulder to try and calm me down.
By Sidney Smith2 years ago in Horror