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Valentine's Day

Posted by Rachel Patterson in Storytelling - Chase on

I have always loved celebrating Valentine's Day, regardless of my relationship status.  The candy, cards, small gifts, and over all joyous feeling has always had a positive impact on me.  The fact that I have a close person to share the holiday with this year makes things even better.

Tonight, Eric and I are going to the movies.  We have absolutely no idea what movie to see, but we have been planning on doing something for the holiday.  I kind of want to see "The Rite" directed by Mikael Håfström.  It's an Anthony Hopkins movie, so it will definitely be creepy enough for me.  I just saw two other Anthony Hopkins' movies, "The Silence of the Lambs" and "Hannibal".  Eric and I both enjoyed them very much so I hope that "The Rite" will be equally as good.

Today should be amazing!

Homework: Rewrite First Page

Posted by Morgan Craig-Williams in Storytelling - Chase on

Napoleon's Bayou
New Orleans
August 1953  



     Two Italians walked into the Bayou, a nightclub in the French Quarter, like instant death, giving people menacing stares shooting bullets into the eyes who dared to meet their glare. Both men were dressed in gangster attire consisting of expensive dark suits, dark ties, dark shoes, and tilted fedoras. As they made their way through the crowded club of Negros who, just moments ago, danced lively to the Jazz band, a passageway was immediately cleared for no one had the temerity to stand in their way. Their names were Chicago Sam and Vincenzo Milano.
     Sam was a rumored Mob Boss and had a seat on the Syndicates's Commission, the board of directors of Gangsterdom. He held the power of life or death, god to all of those who feared his unpredictable and merciless wrath.

Wow.

Posted by Melissa Buchanico in Storytelling - Chase on

HAPPYVALENTINESDAY!
I just realized, I didn't post a story all weekend. AWESOME. This is definitely not as easy as I expected, and I don't think that it is fair that we have to post on the weekend, not everyone gets the time to do so..​

I'm so tired of school, it's unbelievable. I cannot wait to graduate and move on. Offically 120 days until I graduate.
BYE SLA.
BYE.
No more worrying about storytelling on Saturdays and Sundays, no more doing pre-calculus in my head everytime I see a math problem, no more listening to annoying girls scream in the middle of the hallway, although I do that sometimes....
OH WELL.

I went snowboarding at Bear Creek this weekend. Look.
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Letting go of the past

Posted by Oliver Dzierzewicz in Storytelling - Chase on

When I looked back on all the memories that I have made with many people, some closer then others, I could not help but wonder why I can not recreate those memories sometimes? Why does it feel like the world can crumble down upon you at any second if you are not attentive to it at all times? The only reason I have been thinking about those questions is because thats exactly how I felt, not too long ago. Having mixed emotions about a subject, leaving me with a really hard choice to make, I just finally realized that I have to make a choice that would make me happy, not suffer at the cost of someone else's happiness. I understand making a sacrifice yourself to make someone you care about happy, but limits have to be established and not crossed. If you yourself fall into a depression and can not get that person you care about out of theirs, it just is not worth it after some time. In my case the time period was around 2 weeks. I tried and I can acknowledge myself for doing the best that I possibly could but in the end everything pretty much backfired. Now I can leave everything in the past, at least for now and hope that time will solve some problems. 

Venting!

Posted by Rachel Patterson in Storytelling - Chase on

Sometimes, I hate the way you talk and talk and talk about nothing.
You have way too many opinions and to be honest, I don't really care.
At all.
Either you're really, really vain or you just love to hear the sound of your own voice.
And when you ask me for my take on things, you get angry if it's not what you want to hear.
Can you please just shut up?
Not to mention, you constantly put down all of my favorite things.
Ok, I get that you don't like the music or television shows that I like.
I DON'T CARE!

I never asked you for your opinion.

As a great mind once said...

"You don't deserve a point of view if the only thing you see is you."

Keep Bleeding Love

Posted by Evett Hawks in Storytelling - Chase on

The apartment was dark , light from outside leaked in through the blinds and casted themselves onto the floor.I sat in recliner contemplating.I know i should break up with him but something in me wouldn't let me. He was out , i was home by myself the clock on the wall seemed to tick louder and louder I had to get out here. 

I had finished packing, Right now i was taking my stuff to the car. I couldn't do this anymore waiting for him everyday was driving me insane.i was putting the last suitcase in the car when i heard footsteps i turned my head and saw him staring at me. it was raining and it had slicked his hair into thick strands he was also panting as if he had ran here. His coat was soaked and it's weight sagged his shoulders. He took slow steps towards me , i was paralyzed he got closer and closer not caring about the rain pelting his face. His eyes were fixed on mine , he reached out towards me. taking my forearm i pulled my eyes away from his gaze looking down. He took my other arm.
 
" Look at me"  it wasn't a command but a test and i knew it was. A test that asked me if i really wanted to leave. My heart pounded in my chest and i was afraid he would hear it. my eyes looked back at his, his are soft hazel brown but behind them they were desperate for an answer

"Do you really want to leave?"

Thunder crashed around us telling that the storm was becoming worse. my hair was matted against my face. My mind raced with possible answers to his question i didn't know what to say, i wasn't really sure if i really wanted to go. he pulled me into him hugging my close as if i was going to dissolve into nothing. i closed my eyes and drew in the chilled air 

"No" I replied and he held me tighter and we stood there .I cried. no matter how hard i tried i couldnt get away from him.I love him and he loved me i tried to cut it off cause i was afraid i didn't know why but i was. The vein that i kept closing he cut open every time. My heart will keep bleeding love for him wether i liked it or not. 

Philly.

Posted by Morgan Craig-Williams in Storytelling - Chase on

I’m Black and grew up in Philadelphia.

I disclaim that to say, I reserve the right to use the following nonsensical phrase or any of its variants whenever I am compelled to conjure my inner basic.

“Oh, ard. Jawns be drawln.  You Joe.”

Translation: (Note: Jawn, Drawln, and Joe have slightly different meanings depending on the context.)

 Jawn can be a person, place or thing. And if some one is being joe, they’re probably drawln, and if they’re drawln they’re probably a jo person.  Ard means alright, or an agreeance/realization in the affirmative.

“Okay, fine. I’m over this. You’re acting a bit out of line and it’s irksome.”

Story Telling.. Literally

Posted by Katherine Roman in Storytelling - Chase on

My dad told me a story this weekend about an experience he had with his father and a cat in Puerto Rico. He goes, " I was about nine years old when this happened, and let me tell you it was one of the scariest and funniest experiences I ever had. 

My dad had a room filled with fibers (to fill pillows and make blankets.) And non of us ( him and his three brothers and one sister) were allowed to go in there. And my dad bought us a cat, and each of us had the responsibility to take care of her per week.  So it was my week to watch her and after about two days I got tiered of doing it. I decided to just put her in the fiber room so I could go out and play with my friends. Before I knew it a few hours turned into a couple of days and we all figured the cat had ran away. I forgot all about her. The twist was one day my dad woke up because we kept hearing crazy screeching noises from the fiber room. My dad woke us up at like one in the morning  and went down to the street to the church, and I remember this so clearly because the pastor was walking up the street with a gun! (LOL) My dad lead him into the house and towards the fiber room and at the moment I remembered the cat was in there! The pastor opened the door; gun pointed inside the room and before he could do anything the cat jumped on his and started scratching and going crazy! We were all laughing so hard, I will never forget that."

Friendship. (Saturday's Story)

Posted by Katherine Roman in Storytelling - Chase on

We've been friends since the seventh grade and despite going to different high schools, we've still been think as thieves, a phrase which with us means, spending countless hours laughing over nothing and talking about everything. Remember when we watched sister act and the old nun said, "I can drive anything on wheels, is that a problem" And we laughed the rest of that night and still laugh about it today, Now whenever we joke about anything,  no matter how irrelevant, you always say,"you know what my niggs, don't try and play me cause I can drive anything on wheels, it just better not be a problem" 


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