C.S. Meigs
Bio
A lifelong storyteller and general weirdo, C.S. Meigs journies about the strange lands of his mind to chronicle the mishaps therein for his dear readers... Someone send help.
Stories (8/0)
Raindrop Memories (Part 2 of 2)
Whispering showers tap along the windowpane in harmony with a low electrical hum; the only sounds save uncomfortable breaths in the silence between the Wanderer and their aged daughter. Worn and tired, Lydia looks to her suspiciously youthful parent and grunts.
By C.S. Meigs3 years ago in Fiction
That Time My House Burned Down on Christmas Week
Well... It wasn’t really a house. It was more of a ramshackled, decrepit old mobile home that dreamt sweet dreams of being an actual house back in the 70’s. But it was Christmas week. And boy howdy was it ever. It was 2008, I had just turned 18 a few months prior, and we were having the largest snow storm our county had experienced in nearly a decade. Likely this already sounds rather hyperbolic. Sure. Yeah. I guess. But that’s life sometimes. And I’d say my life tends to lean in the direction of the hyperbole more often than not.
By C.S. Meigs3 years ago in Humans
To My Dearest 2021...
Hello 2021. How’s it going! Nice to meet you. I’m sorry to say, but I’m here to utterly destroy you. 2020 was obviously a tumultuous year for everyone on such a multitudinous level it can’t truly be described by even the most verbose of bards, scholars nor bloggers. For myself, it was genuinely one of the most difficult years of my life... Even beyond the global catastrophes that littered the landscape.
By C.S. Meigs3 years ago in Motivation
