Chris Mitchell
Bio
I think I have some cool ideas
Stories (3/0)
Almost There
"Come on, we're almost there." I can feel my arms start to shake in the late evening light, but I can't let them give up on me now. "I'm pretty sure this makes the ninth time you said that." I hold back a grunt as I hear the comment from Theus behind me. "You sure it's not the twelfth time?" Dana responded with a small chuckle as she stood next to Theus rubbing her sore calloused hands together. I roll my eyes and hold back my snarky reply to their unhelpful remarks and continue to push the heavy boulder up the mountain. For a moment, I think about letting the boulder slip by me and to let the two try to stop it from rolling too far down the mountain out of pettiness. Not that it would work though, with the four others pushing the boulder with me.
By Chris Mitchell12 months ago in Art
Hide and Seek
I have many fond memories involving dogs. My jack russel terrier who loved to hold his own leash when he went out for walks. Every time my cousin's giant pitbull laid down over my lap to ask for belly rubs. If I had to choose my favorite memory though, it would be teaching my dog "Yogy" to play 'Hide and Seek'. Many years ago in 2010, when I was young and in elementary school, my mom had gotten my sister and I a dog named Yogy. He was a tri-colored beagle who loved to eat everything including his toys, my toys and my family's wash clothes. Which, spoiler alert, came back to bite him in the butt. He was a pretty hyper dog at times, and I loved playing with him whenever I could. We obviously played fetch like all dog owners do, but one day I had a weird thought. "I wonder if I could play Hide and Seek with him." Now most people would just go "Nah that's a stupid idea", but I was determined to make it work.
By Chris Mitchell2 years ago in Petlife
One of the Chosen Few
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, that's not entirely true. There are those who do hear the screams of those who are lost in the vast emptiness that is space. Beings who take pity on these lost souls and give them a second chance of life. A chance to be something more than ordinary. A chance to have astronomical power. A chance to be...chosen.
By Chris Mitchell2 years ago in Fiction
