Sydney Chapman
Bio
Starting over, yet again.
Achievements (1)
Stories (15/0)
For Prometheus' Love
"Nothing," she whispered to herself with heightened annoyance. What kind of twisted person delivers a partially addressed, flawlessly assembled, hauntingly empty box, securely wrapped in duct tape to someone's doorstep, on Thanksgiving of all days?
By Sydney Chapman13 days ago in Fiction
The Unbearable Likeness of Reeling
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The late film producer, George Lucas, creator of Industrial Light and Magic, had cornered the market on blockbuster special effects for nearly a century. Epic explosions, grizzly-faced monsters, spindly green men, and building-swinging superheroes, provided ample proof - digitized CGI was so convincing, that the only thing more real would be, well, reality.
By Sydney Chapman6 months ago in Fiction
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 Chapman11 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 Chapmanabout a year 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 Chapmanabout a year 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 Chapmanabout a year 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 Chapmanabout a year 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 Chapmanabout a year ago in Feast
