Kerri Chisum
Stories (4/0)
Shark Fin Soup
Donnie was making his usual rounds about the reef, scanning the area for good hiding spots he might check out tonight for some food. He was hungry. The water seemed warmer and the food more scarce as of late, but he could only live in the ocean, so he had to make do with what he had. His usual diet of squid and swordfish had been diminished to sea turtle scraps and sometimes other sharks, but hey, it's eat or be eaten.
By Kerri Chisum 3 years ago in Fiction
The Rundown
I've always liked to write. I would read books all the time as a kid for enjoyment and sometimes to escape my reality. When I was a teenager, I was into poetry and wanted to be a singer in a band, trying my best to write lyrics and learn guitar. At one point, I was living with my mom and she found my journals. Of course, a lot of the songs were about how shitty I felt all of the time. Well, she took this personally and yelled at me for a while about it. I realized that I had no privacy and I ripped them all up; every single one. I had at least three notebooks full of writing and sketches and I tore up everything.
By Kerri Chisum 3 years ago in Psyche
Milk
Catherine woke up in the dark. Her head throbbed. The last thing she could remember, she and her daughter were playing in their front yard. That felt like a hundred years ago. “OLIVIA!!!” She screamed until her throat was raw. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness she could see three dirty walls and row of slimy iron bars in front of her. She was a prisoner.
By Kerri Chisum 3 years ago in Futurism