Sydney Chapman
Bio
Starting over, yet again.
Achievements (1)
Stories (13/0)
Imprint (Pt. VI)
"Hello? Briggs? Someone get me out of here. What the hell is this Briggs!" Chelsea continued screaming and pounding on the blank walls with fury. After two hours of constant rage, General Matthews had ordered him to "Get in there and calm her the f--- down before she dies of a stroke!"
By Sydney Chapman5 months ago in Futurism
Ferdinand's Flowers
In September of 1987, Teddy appeared in the doorway after returning from his first day of high school. Disheveled, dirty and bruised, his backpack strap had been torn out and he had dragged it up the road. The collar of his Les Miserables t-shirt was ripped with scattered blood drops across the front from his nosebleed.
By Sydney Chapman10 months ago in Fiction
Dia de los Muertos
Elena Vas Dias sat in her dimly lit living room with her feet propped up after a long day of work. A diminutive, pleasant woman, most of her days are spent waiting tables at a popular tourist destination called, The Pink Store, in Puerto Palomas, Mexico. This sleepy border town is just across from Columbus, New Mexico. Puerto Palomas, and particularly, The Pink Store, are well-known spots for local tourists, who can easily cross into the area to purchase authentic Mexican arts and crafts, or find cheap prescription drugs at a local Mexican pharmacy.
By Sydney Chapman10 months ago in Fiction
Imprint (Pt. IV)
The alarm started going off at 5:30am, but Sophie managed to hit snooze twice before the profanity-laced arguing started. It got louder and louder as more people started showing up outside the unemployment office, and by 6:00am, we had no choice but to get up.
By Sydney Chapman10 months ago in Futurism
The Way It Was
For as long as I can remember, it sat there, on the charming, oak, side table in my mother's bedroom. The corners were folded crisply, forming razor sharp points. Perhaps that was one of the ways she intended to keep its contents out of prying children's hands, but it hadn't always worked.
By Sydney Chapman10 months ago in Families
Sacher's Torte
Franz gently stirred the dark chocolate bars until they were partially melted over the double boiler. Then gradually adding the carefully prepared, thread-thin, sugar water, he combined them into a smooth, silky, pool of decadence. His taste buds tingled, and he began to salivate as the aroma of cocoa wafted through the air.
By Sydney Chapman10 months ago in Feast
The Flower Girl
Ikebana. The Japanese always seem to have it all together, don't they? For thousands of years they've been ahead of us, at least when it comes to creating Zen in their lives. Ikebana, is the Japanese art of flower arranging that began developing in the 15th century. While it did take several centuries to become a mainstay in the culture, today, it is seen as a form of therapy, allowing one to change their mood by "influencing the ambiance in their space" through floral design. Basically, it's a simple exercise in appreciation and developing an ability to notice the miraculous beauty and balance of Mother Nature; a quality that always seems to be overlooked by the majority of people racing through life at the texting speed of their thumbs.
By Sydney Chapman11 months ago in Earth
Dear Amy
Dear Amy, Its been four years, and I still keep wondering about your final breaths. Were they deep? Were they shallow? Did you hurt? I'm too scared to ask anyone what exactly happened, even after so much time has passed. I feel like it's more than I'm entitled to know, since I wasn't in your life when you needed it most, but I gathered from the sentiments I saw that it was quite a shock for everyone in your immediate circle. Do you regret it, or was it a relief? Either way, I really do hope that your spirit is sent to us again somehow. We really needs a lot more "Amys" in the world, if you ask me.
By Sydney Chapman11 months ago in Psyche
