Georgia Marin

Hi! I’ve always wanted to be an author, but my pieces always end up being unfinished. 😅 I love writing and reading. If anyone has critique on my work, I would love to hear it! Thxxx ✝️

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Georgia Marin

Hi! I’ve always wanted to be an author, but my pieces always end up being unfinished. 😅 I love writing and reading. If anyone has critique on my work, I would love to hear it! Thxxx ✝️

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The Sacrifice

Georgia Marin

2 min read

I can’t believe this. I feel dizzy. This can’t be happening. It’s inhuman. On the news, my family and I had just heard the newest international mandate. Due to overpopulation, one person from each household must be sacrificed.

“Oh goodness,” My mom says, her hand covering her mouth in her usual lady-like demeanor.

“Dammit, this is just a stupid prank, isn’t it?” Dwight, my older brother, yells, f...

Horror

Pearly White Bones

Georgia Marin

1 min read

Unkempt graves, with numerous varieties of ivy and vine encroaching onto the weathered stone. The figure slowly crept towards the gravesite, something unnatural about its movements. Once it had reached on particularly old grave, it kneeled down, knees to dirt. Laying its cold hands over the barren dirt, it began to dig, and it didn’t stop until it had reached its goal. It carefully selected a coll...

Horror

Gone

Georgia Marin

1 min read

I walk up with a nasty taste in my mouth. Against my good will, I pull myself up out of bed and slowly trudge downstairs.

“Morning, Mum!” I say, settling down onto our kitchen stool.

“Morning babe-“ Mom trails off as she turns around. She looks utterly confused as she checks around the corner wall for something.

“Looking for something?” I query, slowly easing myself out of my seat. As soon as t...

Mystery

Action

It Wasn’t Meant To End Like This

Georgia Marin

1 min read

Sirens blared, alarming myself further more to the mess I’ve placed myself into.

“How am I gonna get out of this one?” I mumble quietly aloud. I turn to my side, expecting to see my mates in (unintended) crime having the same mental battle, but only to catch the last glimpse of their car as they skid away down the street. I look back at the mauled house. Tiredness, weakness, and fear cause me to ...

Poetry

Crime

Perception

Georgia Marin

1 min read

I’ve been like this for a while now. It started as a motivation to help. Little did I know, the enticing world of darkness is a little bit easier than “good”. I don’t believe it’s bad though. Just not what I had expected. I sit now on the roof of the building, looking over the city at night. There is different perspectives to everything. People who are “bad” are simply just people with different v...

Crime

Action