Chynia Norton
Bio
I am a woman, wife, mother, and writer through and through.
Stories (10/0)
Edible Adventure
Dear Mom, I have never told you just how much learning how to bake cookies with you has enriched my life. I started out baking chocolate chip cookies with you and loved it so much that I wanted to see what other types of cookies I could make. I felt like I could bake anything with a recipe. Now that I am a woman with a husband and child baking has shifted from cookies to cakes and brownies and breads. So when I sat down this morning with my piece of delicious banana walnut bread that I made yesterday it reminded me of this cookie story I never told you. Now this story might not be your cup of tea but I promise that if you stay to the end you will know a little more about me.
By Chynia Norton2 years ago in Potent
The New World Order
I stared down at the grey-colored pill sitting next to my breakfast. A conversation I had with my friend, Imani, was playing in the back of my mind. She told me she stopped taking her pills a few days ago just to see what would happen, she said that heterogeneity wasn’t a bad thing and that she wanted to experience it even though that way of life had been made illegal. She had been sharing a secret diary with me that was from a previous owner of her residence. She had found it hidden away behind a floorboard in her room when her unit moved into this residence. We would read a few pages together whenever we had some privacy. The diary looked like a black leather-bound book with a clasp to help keep it closed. It spoke about a time when everyone was heterogenous and how people actually fought to express their differences during her time. The diary was very fascinating to read, her way of life was so different from how things are done now. We figured the owner of the diary was a female because she talked about giving birth at one point in the diary. Either way, if we were caught reading this material we would definitely get in trouble. Now she was risking so much more than a slap on the wrist if she got caught not taking her pill.
By Chynia Norton3 years ago in Fiction
The Crochet Gateway
I still own the first crochet hook I have ever worked with. My grandmother had gifted me a matte red, metal, size k/101/2-6 50mm crochet hook at the tender age of 7, one rainy evening as she was watching me. I don't remember why she decided that evening she would teach me to crochet but I will spend the rest of my life being grateful that she did. I carried the ball of mahogany-colored yarn and the black purse with my crochet hook inside that she gave me everywhere for years. I loved it because it smelled like her. Carrying memories of the spearmint flavored lifesavers she always carried and floral perfume she wore. Although I let go of the bag and used all that mahogany-colored yarn, I will always hold that hook close to my heart. I may even pass it on to my daughter later.
By Chynia Norton3 years ago in Humans
Descriptive not Prescriptive
At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted to enter this challenge. I wasn’t sure how I could write a piece long enough about a subject I do not have a deep intimate knowledge of. I am not new to astrology but I’ve never really followed it because everyone I know that is into it makes it into a way to judge people and prescribe who the other person is based off what they know about the other’s sign without really taking the time to get to know the person. But I thought hey what can it hurt to join the challenge and practice writing. I love writing and I have denied myself the opportunity long enough.
By Chynia Norton3 years ago in Futurism
Interstellar
“Just because you don’t believe in magic doesn’t mean magic doesn’t believe in you.” I stared in wonder at this statement written in a card I found in my mail box. The card also contained a blank check with my name on it so I knew it was meant for me but I had no clue from whom. The envelope had no return address either. I wasn’t even sure it had gone through the post. There was no stamp. I looked up from the card and looked to my left and right down my street but it was weirdly empty. I put the card back in its envelope and went back inside my home.
By Chynia Norton3 years ago in Futurism
Into the Infinite Couple Universe
I was looking my husband in the eyes wondering what the heck I’ve gotten myself into. I had enough, and we were trying to decide if we would stay married. We married young and I was totally unprepared to really take on the role of being a wife. In my mind I thought our marriage would just grow “organically” like everyone I knew would say. I totally believe that our marriage is destined to be. We met through our fathers, we have the same birthday two years apart, and he believed in God just like I did!
By Chynia Norton3 years ago in Humans