Chantae Harding
Bio
Time to be honest and cut the crap. I love to write! I always have. I lost that for a while. I am here to grow, learn, and experience my own writing process. If you don't like my writing that's ok. I'm still learning.
Stories (15/0)
Dragon's in Flathead Valley
Chapter 1 There weren’t always dragons in the valley. But there are now. They and their riders came out of the clear blue sky. I will never forget the day they simply appeared. I was coming out of Safeway with my earbuds in. You know we as humans are so obsessed with technology. My audiobook was coming in nice and clear so the world could pass by with its droning buzz. They were just there. A rainbow retinue nearly blotting out the sun.
By Chantae Harding2 years ago in Fiction
Grandmother
To my grandmother who is gone, When I look back on the last few years with you gone, without you in the world, I am sad because I will not see you again, sad because of all the things I will never get to say to you. About the stories I can never ask you to tell me. When I heard about the cancer I was numb and raw. I didn’t know what it would mean. I was scared because I didn’t know what living in a world without you would entail. I can be honest and say it’s not as nice without you in it.
By Chantae Harding2 years ago in Confessions
My First Death
Darkness, nothingness, devoid of everything but fear. Where am I? A fleeting thought across the surface of water. Who am I? I reach for the thought but catch nothing but mist. A beacon of light pierces the dark. All my terror melts away. Warmth, love, and acceptance reach for me. Invisible hands wrap about my small ones. “Come, let your fears go,” it is like liquid heat has shot into my veins. I take a timid step forward. Where am I? Who am I? The thought bursts forward and I falter.
By Chantae Harding2 years ago in Confessions