We spent the whole day at the bedroom window, just waiting for the sun to set. I think we both knew that it was the last time we would ever see our beloved home. I hate to think what must've been going through Dex's mind: did he truly understand that we were leaving forever? Or did he still hold out some hope that one day we could return? Would he ever see his father again? Was he afraid that he could one day forget his father, or stop loving his him? One day, when he's old enough, I'll be sure to ask him. And to tell him the stories of our home so that he doesn't forget them.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Chapters
It was the spring of 2011, almost twelve years ago, when I had the privilege of meeting the iconic Harry Belafonte at a London hotel in Mayfair. The sunlit day mirrored the brightness of Belafonte's spirit as he had recently published his eloquent autobiography, "My Song," and a documentary, "Sing Your Song," chronicling his extraordinary life, was on the brink of release. While my career as an interviewer has allowed me to engage with many remarkable individuals, spending time with Harry Belafonte was an experience beyond compare, forging a personal connection that added depth to his already profound impact.
By akram elkhil2 years ago in Chapters
My cruiser partner and long-time buddy, Tucker, had invited me to his place so I didn't have to face spending Christmas Eve alone after our brutal call earlier in the night. We had been dispatched to look for a missing senior citizen, who ended up wandering away from a home and freezing to death. We were both pretty shaken up by her death and didn't need to be alone and thinking about what we could have done better to prevent it.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The first thing Avery Thompson could recall was her body falling through a violent, stormy sky. Below her was nothing but the roiling waves of a disturbed ocean and the shadows cast by each peak and trough. The air was bitterly frigid - slices of cold lanced her cheeks, chest and arms and tangled into her jacket and hiking pants.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Chapters
In the small town of Crestwood, where Friday night lights illuminated the football field and cheerleaders adorned the sidelines, a dark cloud loomed over the community. The vibrant spirit of the high school was eclipsed by a tragedy that would forever alter the lives of those who called it home.
By akram elkhil2 years ago in Chapters
Fun Fact: I first wrote this story waaay back in 2017 after a conversation with a friend of mine: we were playing the old 'ring game' to find out how many kids we were supposed to have... I came out with only one girl, and, for some reason, felt very insulted by it. After I wrote the story, I was so proud of it I included it in a small, personal book of early short stories to keep on my shelf. I still have that book, by the way, and was so proud of this one that I posted it's (very) rough draft to the Fiction Press account I kept years ago. Extra brownie-points if you can find it there, haha!
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Chapters