Chris Estrada
Bio
Telling stories is my favorite thing to do
I want to become a better writer
Stories (7/0)
These Walls
Dear You, I know it wasn't yesterday that my phone stopped ringing, and I know its been weeks since the birds stopped singing. I heard your voice in the kitchen, or maybe it was the sink over filling. You said you would come back when the time was right, but its been 4 months and three long nights.
By Chris Estradaabout a year ago in Poets
The Galactic Revolution
Chapter 1 "Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It has been 90 days since we lost communication with Enterprise X." We were inside of a tiny classroom. There were two small windows that barely let in any light. I didn't realize how compact and congested it felt at first. I take a deep breath, point to the white board, and continue with my presentation.
By Chris Estrada2 years ago in Fiction
Red Flags
The sky is clear and calm, the sun bright and beaming. A man emerges from the distance, tall and athletic. He seems to have been walking for some time. Takes a sip of his water and wipes the sweat from his forehead. He looks into the distance, contemplating which direction he should be heading.
By Chris Estrada3 years ago in Fiction