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 (22/0)
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 Smith4 days ago in Horror
I Look Up
Peak is high Ground is low I look up.
By Sidney Smith4 months 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 Smith8 months ago in Horror
Midnight Train To…
RUMBLE. JOLT. SMACK. “Ahrg!” I woke up with my face smacking on a seat in front of me. I opened my eyes but everything was blurry. I applied pressure from my hand, and looked down to see that it was covered in blood. “Shit!” I muttered. I looked around and saw that I was on a train. I don’t even know how I got on here…. Another odd occurrence was that there was no one else on this car. The train was going a phenomenal speed. I could feel the shaking. It was hard to move.
By Sidney Smith8 months ago in Horror
