Crissy Cornwell
Bio
Single mom, writer, singer, cat lady
Stories (25/0)
When The Air Runs Out (part 3)
Carly could not believe her own eyes. Her parents were dead, she saw the car, there was no way the survived the crash with the way the car was crushed. She had seen their bodies go into the fire to be cremated, something they had left in their wills. She stood up, staring at this woman that could not be her mom, but she looked and sounded so much like her, and her eyes, Carly would always remember the look in her mother's eyes and this woman had that look. "I...excuse me..." Carly sputtered and ran into her bathroom, locking the door behind her. She hadn't actually looked in the bathroom until now. Though it was small, it was pretty nice and had everything she needed, toilet, sink and shower. She finally had her own shower instead of the communal one in the middle of the floor her dorm room was on.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (part 2)
"What does all of this mean?!" Carly was talking aloud, only to herself as she was frantically panicking over what just happened. She was so confused by what was going on that she lost her appetite, skipped lunch, and ran directly back to her dorm room to be by herself. "I mean, why did I see the same thing I saw in my dream, and why did I see it while I was WIDE AWAKE?" There were so many questions that Carly couldn't answer for herself and new she would have to find help. "Ok," she said to herself, "lets start researching first, there has to be something, somewhere about what this could all mean." Carly pulled out her laptop, choosing to start on the internet because, well, everything could be found on the internet, right?
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (Part 1)
Carly woke up with a start, breathing hard and looking around frantically, grabbing at the heart-shaped locket around her neck; this was the last thing she had of her parents. "It was just a dream" she thought as she let out a sigh of relief. Moments before, in her minds eye, she was being cornered by a pack of what she thought were wolves but didn't exactly look like wolves. They were thin with matted fur and she is sure she saw an extra tail or leg on a couple of them. What was going on? She knew the world was pretty messed up but was it really that bad?? She new that the air she breathed was getting polluted and that soon, there would be no clean air left, but she just figured that everyone, human and creature, would adapt. Maybe that wasn't the case after all, though what she had just seen was only a dream, wasn't it?
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Fiction
What Happened When I Tried Yoga
Ah, yoga...the mentally healing, body shaping, "relaxation" invoking work out that people have come to know and love. I thought about trying yoga plenty of times and even did a little beginner's poses in my living room when no one else was watching, fully knowing how ridiculous I looked. I have always been a bit of a "bigger" girl; meaning I have curves for days, especially in the hip area. When I was younger and had a metabolism that actually worked, I was flexible and could do a lot more things now than my body will let me do. I am a 28-year old trapped in the body of someone much older as I sound like a bowl of rice krispies when I stand up and frequently can't move if I sit on the floor to play with my daughter, cats or the dog for more than 5 minutes (probably actually 2 but I was giving myself the benefit of the doubt). These issues being a result of 10+ years of constantly being on my feet in uncomfortable shoes on concrete floors; not something that is too forgiving on the joints and back.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Confessions
The Time I was Homeless...It Really Happened.
At the beginning of 2020, I became homeless. On New Year's day, my daughter and I were kicked out of the place we were living, where we had been for a few years. One thing I never thought would happen, happened at that moment. Of course, we got to stay until the next day because no where was open on a holiday, but the very next day, we went to get help since we no longer had a place to stay.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Confessions
Oh My Youth...Fleeting and Fast
As a kid, I was reckless. I ran and jumped and played hard, enjoying the thralls of my youth. Climbing trees, riding bikes, scraping my knees and hands at every turn. Falling down just to jump up and exclaim "I'm okay!" making the other kids worried and then laugh because I was never truly hurt. Having all the wonder of a kid, and putting it to good use with an imagination that never left me. I was just as creative then as I am now. My hair wild and my eyes wide, I would dive head-first into any adventure, no matter what that was. My sister and I used to frequently explore the woods behind our childhood home, one time finding a small cabin-like house and never knowing how it got there or how people got to it. There was a dog chained up outside of it and tire tracks next to it, but no sign of a driveway or any sort of path leading to it. We never found that house again, causing us to believe that maybe we had imagined it.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Families
Black Widow is ALIVE???
Wait? What? Is there still hope? As we all know, in Avengers: End Game, our favorite female, Black Widow, aka Natasha Romanoff jumped off the cliff at Vormir to acquire the soul stone for the Avengers before Thanos could get it and destroy the world like he planned. Of course, we didn't want either Black Widow or Hawkeye to die, but honestly, Nat had come so far as a character and she could have done even better things with the Avengers. I am super excited about her solo movie coming out, but I really don't think it makes sense for her to have a solo movie when she isn't alive anymore. Unless, maybe, she is alive and she didn't die on Vormir? Now, I know there is a fan theory out there that states that when the soul stone was returned, Nat returned to her time line but was simply stuck on Vormir, however I believe that she never actually died in the first place.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Geeks
Things to Remember When Calling Customer Service
For a lot of people, when they call customer service, they don't think about the fact that the person who picks up that phone is not the one they actually have an issue with, they just spew their venomous words, complain until their face is blue and demand a discount. If the person on the other end of that line can't meet every single demand and answer the eight million questions asked in the span of 30 seconds, well you better hope their is a manager on standby because that is where this conversation is headed, and fast.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Journal
Summer of Sims
I enjoy being able to relax and escape the reality and stress of my daily life. Reading books is my favorite past time of escaping to a new world within my head, but something I have also been doing for a long time but recently fully committed to in the past few year has been The Sims; more specifically, The Sims 4. I started TS4 on the PS4 because I go my PS4 as a bundle with a game, knowing that the only game I actually like in the selection was The Sims as I had played all the previous versions. Learning all the new features of this new version of my favorite game was an adventure because it had been a while since I had even played The Sims 3. Finally, getting the hang of playing this game, I spent hours upon hours of game play and working on my building skill, which is admittedly easier to do on the PC. Joining a Facebook group all about TS4 opened me up to the world of cheats, mods and custom content, though I couldn't have the mods or cc on my PS4, I was able to use the cheats; once I started using the cheats, there was no turning back, and I definitely tried.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Geeks
Work History Hell
I have been working since I was 16 years old. My sister had already been working for 2 years since she is older than I am, and I saw all of the things she was able to do with her own paycheck, not having to rely on our mom to but her things and giving mom the relief that she didn't have to spend so much money as a single mom. At 16, I was thankful to have an older sister because she got me hired at the same job she was at; in the kitchen of the nursing home in our small town. I stayed at that job until I graduated high school, though in the summers, I only worked weekends as I was in a college prep program where we stayed in college dorms for the summer. During the school year, I worked after school most days and on weekends. By the time I turned 18, though I didn't have any money saved because I am a spender and not so much a saver, I had the income to get a small loan for my first car, with my mom's help cosigning for me.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Journal
Why I Choose Vocal
When I was looking for a writing platform, I didn't know what would be the best for me since I only ever have written on a poetry site before and the rest of my writing was for myself. One day, I found Vocal, and I think I found it through an ad on Facebook, but I now don't remember. As I am about to hit my 15th story on this platform, I am thinking about how much I still love this platform. When I started on Vocal, it said that you could make extra money from reads, which I thought was cool and also one reason why I did choose Vocal, and I will admit that I have gotten to cash out once so far, but I quickly realized that making extra cash for reads wasn't as quick or easy as anticipated, and that is mostly because, as I have said for a lot of other things, my friends suck! I say this with all the love in my heart, but they truly suck! I share my stories on my social media pages, and I even encourage them to share my stories as well, not just read them but that never happens. In fact, the majority of my reads came from my fellow Vocal creators and I am so grateful! I try to read as many stories as I can and will continue to do so to support all you lovely people.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Journal
Edu...huh??
When I was in elementary school (grades k-5), I actually didn't mind school. I certainly wasn't a fan of having to go sit in a classroom all day, but I enjoyed seeing my friends and I loved most of my teachers. Middle school came around (grades 6-8) and as the work got harder, my interest in doing that work became less and less. Now, doing homework and taking notes definitely was not my strong suit but I could pass a test with flying colors without the studying because I just remembered the information from classes. High School hit (grades 9-12) and I couldn't stand being in school anymore. I loved my friends and the teachers, but I hated the work, especially math. Graduating from high school was one of the biggest achievements of my life but I knew I didn't want to go to college right away, or maybe ever.
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Education