Chelsea Hoffman
Bio
Chelsea Hoffman is a prolific True Crime writer with numerous published works. She is also the author of some fiction works, including the Kindle Vella serial story "In Your Dreams."
Achievements (1)
Stories (9/0)
Whispers in the Pet Shop
Lena's heart was pounding with excitement as she walked through the aisles of the pet store, taking in the sights and sounds of the many animals around her. The smell of hay and wood shavings mingled in the air as she peered into cages filled with fluffy rabbits, spooky lizards, and colorful, but noisy birds. She had been dreaming of getting a pet for months, and today was finally the day. Her parents had promised her that she could pick out any pet she wanted, as long as she promised to take good care of it. Lena's eyes darted from cage to cage, searching for the perfect companion. She wasn't sure what kind of pet she wanted, but she knew that she would know it when she saw it. As she turned the corner, she spotted a small and fluffy creature that caught her eye. It was a guinea pig, with soft brown fur and twitching whiskers. Lena's heart skipped a beat as she gazed at the adorable little creature. This was it - she had found her new best friend.
By Chelsea Hoffman7 months ago in Fiction
Time Travel Trouble
Ginger stood at the center of her time machine, her curly red hair cascading down her shoulders as she inputted the date into the console. She wore a brown leather jacket over her faded band t-shirt and jeans, her hazel eyes bright with anticipation for the adventure ahead. It was hardly an impressive outfit for someone who travels through any point in time that she wants, but she preferred comfort over time-appropriate wear. She was a bit of a rebel in that respect. The machine whirred to life and she felt the familiar sensation of being pulled through time and space as though she were being dragged beneath the weight and resistance of deep, murky waters. She had traveled to many different eras, from medieval castles to futuristic cities, but this time, she was headed back to the year 79 AD in ancient Pompeii.
By Chelsea Hoffman7 months ago in Fiction
The Coven's Crucible
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The Sage Coven gathered in their desert home, their minds focused on the looming conflict with the Coven of Gold. The night was calm, but it was always the calmest before a storm.
By Chelsea Hoffman7 months ago in Fiction
I'm Almost 40 And I'm Trying To Conceive
As I write this, I am currently recovering from an early miscarriage after only knowing about my pregnancy for about a week. The pregnancy came as a surprise. I am 38-years-old (turning 39 in just a few weeks), and I've never maintained a pregnancy beyond five weeks. What's more, I've only been knowingly pregnant one other time, which ended in chemical pregnancy when I was 36-years-old. I have suffered from lifelong primary infertility, an issue that has always been a mystery but a sort of blessing at the same time. While I've thought about the notion of having children off-and-on throughout my life, I've never seriously wanted them. Of course, after failing to get pregnant for several years, I kind of assumed I'd never be able to.
By Chelsea Hoffman11 months ago in Families
The Phoenix Colony
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The thing is, you can -- just not in the most literal sense. When it's the collective screams of eight billion people, you can hear it in your soul. Chloe knew this from first-hand experience, along with everyone else aboard The Phoenix colony ship. It was once among the last three transport vessels that departed the dying planet, and everyone aboard those transports witnessed its final moments of existence. Chloe considered it an unlucky thing, to have witnessed Earth's demise so intimately. The other ninety-seven transport ships had embarked on their journey several months before The Phoenix, The Brasília and The Ottawa. The inhabitants of the earlier departures were very likely far enough away to have seen only a brief flash of light, but the others had front row seats to the extinction event. The magnificently horrifying scenario also cut short the journeys of both The Brasília and The Ottawa, leaving just one lone ship to navigate amid the path of unpredictable debris that spread out from the shockwaves birthed by catastrophic blasts.
By Chelsea Hoffmanabout a year ago in Futurism
- Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge
The PlutoRunner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge
Welcome to The Pluto! The aroma of cigar smoke hung heavy in the air, and mingled with the fragrances of a floral bouquet, fine brandy with a hint of lemon wood polish, and the slight odor of something burnt and chemical. The fusion of scents was an overload to Mark's senses as it abruptly awakened him from the deepest sleep of his life. He breathed in the confusing blend of smells, as he slowly came-to, unable to flutter open his drowsy, heavy eyelids. He stared at the backside of the thin, membranous skin; Seeing nothing but the glowing red hue of light that permeated through the gossamer-like veils. He focused on the spidery, crimson-colored vessels that contrasted against the glowing aura of his eyelids, knowing that the bright light would be blinding as soon as he opened them.
By Chelsea Hoffmanabout a year ago in Fiction
