Simon George
Bio
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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Doughnuts & Feelings. Top Story - August 2025.
***Character name change. Selena is now Mikaela, and is of both English and Swedish decent.*** It’s now Wednesday, and I’ve finally stopped having dreams about the weekend. For the last few nights, Sheila the camel has been incepting my dreams like Freddy Krueger, giving me nightmares. And yet, somehow, I still wake up with a boner. It’s confusing. It would be gross if I didn’t remember the real star of my dreams before they became a nightmare, Aisling, who, like Beatrice, has officially ghosted me. So I’m back to dreaming of Mikaela. It’s probably safer that way.
By Simon George5 months ago in Chapters
The Summer I Start Living
I had high hopes for the summer. I have high hopes every summer, but this one was supposed to be different. I was going to make a fresh start. Put myself out there and make the most of life. Live summer to the fullest, like I’d always dreamed of. A Mediterranean summer with crystal blue waters and toes in the sand. Sunset walks and cliffside cafés. Tanned skin and sundresses. No more staying at home alone, wishing for a life lived. Dreaming of a girl on my arm and the sun on my back. This time, I had a plan.
By Simon George6 months ago in Fiction
Dating in the wild
I wake up before the alarm and check my phone to make sure I haven’t overslept. It always feels like I’ve been robbed of something precious when I wake before my allotted time. I dreamt about my kiss with Beatrice and felt the rough caress of the seam of my underwear as I began dry humping the mattress. I had to roll over to smooth the friction. I need to get up for work, but it’s hard to resist the urge to rub the length of the wooden pole I’ve erected beneath the sheets. I bite my lip and fist the duvet before yanking it away and swinging my legs, and my pole free of the makeshift tent, and make the mental note that now is not the time for urges.
By Simon George6 months ago in Chapters
Potty Powers
I wake up and roll over with a grunt, reaching for my phone on the side table. I know you’re supposed to let your eyes adjust to daylight before shoving a screen in your face, but I can’t help it. I check for notifications… There aren’t any. I open the dating app: no matches. I try to swipe, but I’m locked out until I am granted new swipes in twelve hours. I check the time, it’s 11 a.m. I haven’t slept this much since my depression.
By Simon George6 months ago in Chapters
Second Home
I have been away from home for a few years now, but I still miss it. In my own way. Not in the way they expect me to. My friends and family, I know they love me, but I don’t think they truly understand me. Not one of them supported my move away, not really. A few of my friends tried to act supportive, but they never seemed convincing. You could tell that they had this expectation of me. I don’t even think it was about me. They just expected me to follow the pattern. To keep my head down and file through life in the order I’d been given.
By Simon George6 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 4 Pt2: Pizza Girl
Chapter 4 continued: Part 2… After a quick and necessarily cold shower in the gym, I hop on the tube and travel underground through the stuffy tunnels of London. I stand on a slightly less crowded train, having missed the Friday rush hour, and try to shake the images that crowd my head. Not the girls, but the guys. What is it with older guys in the gym locker room? It’s like the only time they get to be naked. One guy dropped his towel and bent over less than a foot from my face while I knelt down to tie my shoes. I’ve never been mooned and black-holed at the same time before. The other stood with his foot on the bench and let it all hang out like a rejected marble statue, smooth like one too. It must have been as cold as marble, too, based on the size of it. Not that he cared. Oh, to have that much confidence. I can’t begin to imagine all the rejections I wouldn’t remember. My life could have been so different had I had just thirty per cent more confidence. I’m thirty, and my longest relationship was only a month long. To be honest, I don’t know whether that’s long enough to count in months or if ‘dates’ would be the correct measurement. Technically, we only went on six dates. Six. I roll my head back and let out a groan. I freeze when I remember where I’m standing. I can’t believe I’m thirty and I’ve never had a relationship.
By Simon George6 months ago in Chapters
Sexocalypse
A week later, and I’m still in trouble. So far, there have been no more splurge-related incidents, but despite all the cold showers I’ve been taking, I’m still running hot most days. My workplace intermission daydreams are leaning more toward sex on the table than picnic on a cliff these days, so I’ve been taking walks in the park at lunchtime to cool off. The fresh air seems to be helping with my focus and concentration. I am currently on my way back from lunch in the park, which, given the current heatwave we’re experiencing, hasn’t really helped.
By Simon George6 months ago in Chapters
Letting Go. Top Story - July 2025.
My head rests on my pillow, my heart rests in your eyes. You are so beautiful, I can’t believe you ever chose me. Your brown eyes glisten with a form of magic. I can’t explain it, but whenever you look at me, I feel seen. I feel safe, like I’ve finally found my home. You’re the first woman I’ve ever felt comfortable maintaining eye contact with. With you, it feels… right? That’s why it hurts.
By Simon George6 months ago in Fiction
A Messy Start
*Adult content advised* Mikaela slips off her skirt, and there’s an understandable hitch in my breath as she exposes her long, smooth legs. I lift my eyes slowly, taking in her beauty as best as a mere mortal like me can. My eyes catch on her naked breasts. My god, she’s beautiful. I can’t believe I’m standing shirtless in front of an almost naked Mikaela, in her apartment. She’s left in nothing but her pink laced underwear that I want to rip off with my teeth, if only I dared to move. I’m so aroused, I’m like a bottle rocket of sexual energy capped off, waiting to erupt. I don’t know how we got here. I honestly can’t remember anything that’s happened in my life before this moment, and I don’t care.
By Simon George7 months ago in Chapters
