Page Neihoff
Stories (3/0)
Willingness to follow
Conspiracy theories are the most significant way to clickbait me. I admit it I am a self-proclaimed junkie for the latest time traveler or political plot. I have my own theories about how long it will take a country to invade America. I think I am really on to something. It all started with a prince and an ex-president, but that is all I can say. And just like that, a chemtrail of ideas fall from the sky, see what I did there? I took my hunch and turned it into not one, but two unrelated theories wound together by words and thoughts. Are conspiracy theories a way humans bond with each other even if detrimental to their own fate? I asked this question to myself as I designed my theory about the takeover of America. Here are some things I found during my journey into the conspiracy world of theories.
By Page Neihoff3 years ago in The Swamp
A chocolate story
I sit at the counter waiting for the results, nervously clicking a pen I must have grabbed while at the attorney. It had the number and was more functional than a piece of paper unless you needed to fix a wobbly table. These past two weeks have been absolute hell. I can finally feel my left cheek, and my eye looks horrible, but at least I can see now. I can hear my grandmother coming down the stairs slowly. She enters the room, and our eyes met briefly. I cannot face her, and she cannot look at me what a fright I must be and such a disappointment. With nothing to say, she grabs her worn apron and hands me the spare. I put it on obligatorily while tying the knot, and she begins to dictate to me.
By Page Neihoff3 years ago in Families
I am old
I am old now with my story coming to an end. I remember a time when flowers bloomed, and the days unfolded with birds and blue skies, but those days are gone now it is too hot to go outside. The birds have long burned, and the blue skies are hot with fire. The ones that survived have been through the height of trauma but the ones that remember are the ones doomed. Times are different people survive. I received my locket today. My fate is but days away.
By Page Neihoff3 years ago in Fiction