Chase Johns
Joined February 2021
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The simple brown package
My doorbell rings pulling me from my thoughts. I open my eyes to the blank screen on my computer. I just can’t find the strength to write the words I need to, or maybe I just have too much to say to fit on the damn blank page. The doorbell rings again.
By Chase Johns4 years ago in Fiction
The Diner
Ann, a young eighteen-year-old girl, from the small town of Benson, pulls into the parking lot of an old diner. Turning of the engine of her car, she studied its run-down exterior. It reminded her of the trailer park down the road from her house. Nothing to write home about, but the sign said fresh pie and Ann sure did love pie.
By Chase Johns5 years ago in Fiction
