Chantell Schulz

Chantell Schulz

Aspiring writer who pours their heart into what they write. My desire in life is to lift people up, give them hope when times are rough and give people a different outlook on life. All of this I achieve through writing. 

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  • Chantell Schulz
    Published 5 months ago
    If Only

    If Only

    If only… I had been there a moment sooner. It’s my fault, there’s nothing that can be done now. Her lifeless body dangles effortlessly from the noose that creaks from time to time. You can see the cut she made in her throat with the knife that now lays on the ground. The noose obviously was too slow for her and she wanted a quicker death. My eyes meet hers as I stare into her empty vessel. I wonder what it’s like to see your empty body while you float away to a paradise beyond imaginable. The only thing I want for my sister is for her to be in a better place. She was suffering from major depression, but this wasn’t the way for her to die. Out of the many ways to end her life here on Earth, she chose to kill herself. I break my stare and I look down at the ground. It’s too much to bear. Water starts forming on the inner corners of my vibrant blue eyes. Choking down the screams that want to escape; I collapse onto my knees. It’s getting harder to breathe, everything is blurry. My pants are getting drenched, but in what? My eyes venture to my curiosity of the wetness I am feeling on my legs. Red… all I see is red. Then it hit me… I’m sitting in my sister’s blood. Fear floods my brain, but I’m paralyzed, I am too stunned to move. Everything I have kept bottled up inside me now rushes out of me like a dam that has just been open. My blood curdling screams fill the empty room. Over and over, my hands pound the ground, making the blood splash all over me. Tears fall to the ground.
  • Chantell Schulz
    Published about a year ago
    Silver Lining of War

    Silver Lining of War

    War, war is such a destructive event. Sadly, this world has to encounter it so often. I can hardly think it's so loud. Mortars and cannons fire left and right. My friends, who were once beside me, are there no more. It's easier said than done to run out of hiding and flank your enemies when they least expect it. Many have tried and many have failed. I hide behind a barricade praying nobody will see me. I now comprehend that I am not cut out for war. Every muscle in my body aches. Every movement and every thought requires energy I do not currently obtain. Tears slowly run down my cheeks, getting wedged at every patch of dirt that covers my face. What I wouldn't give to be at home right now in my nice warm bed with my loving family around me. I miss my family, but I can't focus on them right now. There is only one mission at hand and it's to eliminate the enemy. Staring at the AK-47 in hand, I look over to all the bodies on the ground. Their limbs detached from their bodies. Blood covers the ground like a thick blanket and cries echo in my mind. Looking at my friend's head, I feel numb. The body is meters away and to see his spiritless eyes stare into my soul like this....it's too much. Nothing in the world could ever prepare you for something like this. For all my innumerable friends that are now dead, I realize I must complete their mission. Reaching into my green jacket pocket, I pull out the photo of my beloved wife one last time.
  • Chantell Schulz
    Published about a year ago
    Life in a Horror Movie

    Life in a Horror Movie

    “It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream.” I shut my eyes and pinch myself harder this time hoping I’ll awake from this horrendous nightmare. 3… 2…1… my eyes open to see myself back in my room. The warmth of my bed comforts me and the sight of my small yet cozy room gives me a sense of peace. There’s nothing I want more than to get rid of the images I saw in my head. People were still alive as peculiar creatures had cut them open with butcher knives or anything they could get their hands on. Blood curling screams filled the building from those who were tortured alive. There were children there, girls. With their blonde hair pinned up in pigtails, their dresses as white as snow, their eyes as blue as sapphires; you too would mistake them for being innocent and pure. Evil filled that place; there was nothing hopeful about it. Everything was either being killed or was already deceased. All I know is that I do not wish to go back to sleep, for I dread what might fill my head again.