StorytellerChris

The unfortunate thing about second chances is first you have to be lucky enough to get them. And those aren’t promised to everyone. I grew up in a place where people didn’t usually grow up at all. In a tiny house on the edge of two cities that smelled like garbage, blunts, and violence. My…

Some people don’t believe supernatural things exist. Some do. And that just means some people are intelligent. While others suffer from the misfortunate of ignorance. Growing up was interesting. Especially since the world I grew up in was different from the one in my dreams. Because in dreams…there’s happiness. There are boundless freedoms. And endless…

I closed the door shut and leaned back against it as if it wouldn’t stay shut without the weight of my body. I felt like I had half the world chasing after me. An exaggeration, yes, but… …that’s the only way to describe it all.   “Some days have to be bad. They just have…

The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself… …becoming who I once was. And it all started with two strangers. A couple of years ago my parents were fed up with me not doing…

She believed in me in a way no one else ever has and no one else ever will, and I betrayed her. The worse part is she doesn’t know. She still thinks… …I’m her sweet baby brother. Its been over 5 years since my parents got locked up. And though, I can vividly remember the…

It has been more than two years since the fire, but the stink of it is still in her hair, on her skin. She takes long showers twice a day, but the smell lingers. When she closes her eyes at night, the images come back to her, images of… …her fiery prison. She’s a hostage…