Chanelle Joy
Bio
I love painting pictures with words, whether it be in poetry or story form, or tackling a social issue in an essay or article. So take a load off and let me entertain you!
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Stories (50/0)
Dance of the Phoenix - Ch5
It was a beautiful sunny sky that greeted us as we set off on our hike. We tried not to think too much about what we were doing or what we were looking for. Hours flew by and we must have walked several miles yet we found no evidence of any castle. Dejected, I sat down on a rock and let my head fall into my hands. Would I ever get answers? Was I doomed to feel incomplete for the rest of my life?
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Phoenix - Ch3
I moaned softly as I came to. The surface beneath me was so soft and comfortable. It must be morning, I thought as I yawned and stretched. When I opened my eyes, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, I sat bolt upright. This was not my room. This wasn’t even my house nor any house I knew! In a panic, I jumped out of the bed and nearly went crashing to the floor as a flood of dizziness overwhelmed me. It was then I noticed what I was wearing and my jaw dropped. Covering my body was a skimpy, satin nightgown of the palest blue – almost the same colour as my eyes – trimmed with intricate patterns of lace and ribbons. My cheeks flushed as I caught sight of myself in a full-length mirror. This nightgown stopped well above my knees and certainly did not leave much to the imagination. My hair fell in loose waves to my waist and was surprisingly untangled. All the events of earlier came pouring back and I almost fell again. I darted to the window and threw back the heavy, blue velvet drapes. It was dark. The full moon glinted brightly as if it were winking at me. No doubt it knew everything that had transpired and it didn’t seem likely that it was going share any of its secrets. Frowning at the silent moon, I let the drapes fall closed again and noticed the room flickering with light. It was coming from several candles placed about the room; on the chest of draws, the dressing table and bedside tables. One or more of them must have been scented because the faint smell of lavender filled the air. It was heavenly. Where am I? Logic told me I needed to find an exit and leave as soon as possible, but my head pounded in protest whenever I took a step. My heart on the other hand, blossomed and soared higher than it had in a long time. If only I could understand why. Nausea roiled in my stomach and I came to the conclusion that the most sensible thing to do would be to get back in that glorious, four-poster bed, get some rest and leave in the morning.
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Phoenix - Ch2
I settled effortlessly into my new life. The people of Franklin are some of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. They cared, but did it without being overly pushy or nosey. If you didn’t want to talk about something, they would let it be. If you wanted to be alone, they would leave you alone. It was perfect. After only a few weeks, I began to feel much better than I had felt in a long time. My strength and energy returned, I slept a full eight hours every night, the chatter that constantly invaded my head calmed to a barely audible whisper, and I was getting reacquainted with happiness. The open wound festering in my soul began to close and become refreshingly numb. I knew, though, that it would not close completely until I found the missing piece. How I wished I had known to come here sooner rather than wasting four years searching for a cure to an elusive illness. Although, I probably hadn’t been ready. I had grown up a lot in those four years. Sometimes I felt more like I was seventy-two rather than twenty-seven. Thankfully, I was starting to feel physically younger again, but mentally I would never be the same. I had matured in a way that only happens when you go through something difficult. It was harder, now, for me to relate to people, especially people my own age; which was one reason why I had stuck to myself at first, taking long, solitary walks in the forest, always searching for the enigmatic answer which I desperately longed to find.
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Phoenix - Ch1
PROLOGUE The infant’s cries echoed off the brick walls of the dank, grimy alley as it lay in the arms of its dead mother. It was a girl. She had been born only minutes ago and the mother, drug addled and weak, was left with just enough life to look upon her daughter’s face for a mere second. Then death came. Terrified and hungry, the baby girl continued to scream and lucky for her, those cries did not go unheard.
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Fiction
Lake Mercurial
He watched his wife in disgust, her swollen belly obvious under the loose dress she wore. How dare the bitch get pregnant. He had made sure she took her pill every day so that this wouldn’t happen. Yet, here they were; and something had to be done about it. Adrenaline and anger surged through his veins. Under the guise of a romantic, midnight picnic, he had lured his wife to the banks of Lake Mercurial. So named due to its temperamental nature, Lake Mercurial was a mystery, a place where unexplainable things happened; like the odd multicoloured balls of light that could sometimes be seen hovering over the surface of the water, or the churning waves that randomly brought the still surface to life even when there was no wind. Even the occasional water spout and whirlpool had been sighted, right out in the middle of the lake. It was the perfect spot for him to put a stop to the madness plaguing his life. He doubted anyone would question him if it happened here. He could just palm it off as an accident caused by the unpredictable lake.
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Horror
Severus Snape:- A character study
Severus Tobias Snape. It’s a name that sparks fierce debate within the Harry Potter fandom, and fans who are pro Snape (Snovers) are often judged and criticized by those who are anti Snape (Snaters). I’ve never known a fictional character to cause so much dissention. It just goes to show how passionate fans of the Harry Potter franchise are. I’m not going to call either side incorrect. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions. What I am going to do, is take you on a journey through Snape’s life, delve deep into his inner psyche and offer my opinion on why I believe Snape is the way he is. This subject has brought so much toxicity to the Harry Potter fandom and I just think it’s so unnecessary. I don’t mind a good, healthy debate – key word there being healthy – but when personal attacks start being thrown about, it can quickly become bullying. Fandoms are supposed to be things we can enjoy, something we can use as an escape from the bullshit of reality.
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Geeks
Running With Wolves
As I trudged heavily through the snow, dutifully following this miracle wolf, my mind wandered. My steps were mere reflex, an old habit long learned. It was like the conscious part of me had switched off and my body was just going through the motions; except that my brain was managing to recall my entire life and play it for me like my own personal movie. Dispersed between the feature program were random ad breaks of haphazard cerebrations and meaningless drivel that, at other times, I would have called “shower thoughts.” Then, on top of all of that, I found myself pondering the meaning of life; that age-old question that we spend our entire time on this Earth trying to answer. Here we were, possibly at the end of the world, and what had I really achieved? What would be the mark that I left on society? Would it be a symbol of art – a thing of beauty that would be admired – or merely a stain, an ugly demonstration of my failures to be mocked and spat upon? My brain kept going like this, on and on until it eventually circled back to the wolf. Again, the word “angel” confronted me. I shook my head. It was impossible, yet as if it could hear me, the wolf stopped and faced me.
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Fiction
Running With Wolves
Everywhere we looked there was snow. We had lost track of how long we had been walking, but it had been some time. Progress was slow and only getting slower by the day. We had made it to the Ottowa River, thankfully traversing the frozen waters with no drama. If we thought it had been cold before, on the other side of the river was a whole different story. It was as though we had stepped onto another planet. The snow was coming down in thick sheets by this time and it was difficult to see very far ahead, but what we could make out ceased our tracks. Where buildings should have been, there was only snow; an endless expanse of snow with the very tip of a roof spotted at random intervals. I tried not to think about those who might not have made it out in time and now lay buried in their homes. My heart fell as hopes of finding Rowan alive plummeted. If it weren’t for that niggling feeling in the very deepest part of my soul, I would have given up. I hadn’t received a mental image for a while now and the last one I did get was not very helpful; just another brilliant flash of white with a few added grey blobs. Were they supposed to be people? Then a word had come to me. Wolves. They were wolves? What could this mean? Was she being attacked by a pack of wolves? No. I could sense no fear in her image anymore. That was promising. I tried to calculate how much time would have passed since this ice age – I could deny it no longer – had started. The days were beginning to blur together and our cell phones had long run out of battery. We had no idea what day it was. We were exhausted and cold and it was getting extremely difficult to keep moving.
By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Fiction