Quilla Chambers
Bio
I believe that my gift of writing comes from God. When God creates his stories it was inspired and came to life. I believe that my gift can come to life and speak truth. What is your truth? What do you believe? What is your inspiration?
Stories (3)
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Desecrated Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Times have changed throughout the 29 years I have existed on this earth. I have often questioned the unknown like; Why has Pluto been removed from the nine planets or why was NASA and the government so interested in the planet Mars? Why is daylight savings time even invented? Why does reality seem not so real anymore? Its like the world is unraveling events that was never exposed . I would not suggests to believe that the earth will live an extra ten years in time.
By Quilla Chambers3 years ago in Futurism
Ghost Train
Slowly my eyelids fluttered, waking up to glimpses of metallic benches, bulletproof plastic windows with graffiti drawings on it. As I slowly sit up, I had pain in my head as if someone knocked me out blind, and my ribs were bruised too. As I looked around to see if anyone was on the train , it was empty. I began to search my pockets to see if I could find any clues , I found nothing but lint and gum wrappers. I looked out the window; and it seemed like the train was not slowing down, it was at least speeding 70 -80mph. While I am trying to find help, walking to the next cart, I enter and I see 17 people aboard on the train. I yell for help, but no one responded as if they were deaf. I walk towards this man who was wearing a black tuxedo, Caucasian, dark brown hair, blue eyes age range was like 35 years old. I asked the man, what is going on here? The man did not respond, CAN ANYONE HERE ME?! Still no response: no one speaks, they seemed possessed. I walked to the next cart but it led to the back of the train. Their was nothing but midst of strong wind and the appearance showed as color traces.
By Quilla Chambers3 years ago in Horror
The Balance of Life
Life is filled with so much mystery; You never know what will happen in the next chapters. I close my eyes, clear my mind and feel like a baby craving all the love I ever wanted from my mother. I wanted to cry so bad that I wished it could be real. I sometimes wish I could see what she could see in me. Everyday it feels like betrayal, a punch in the face because their were flaws that has not been forgiven. It is very hard to determine what emotion I am supposed to have because she is my mother. In my mom's mind, I think I am a mistake, stranger, a disguise of what exactly? But in God's eyes, I feel a purpose. A purpose to live everyday. Why do we question the unspoken? Because we are afraid, afraid to figure out what is happening in our current generation. Why am I unable to figure out who I am meant to be? All my life, preferably teenager, my mom never gave me interests that I could not connect myself to. My grandmother gave me something that I have not seen in this world in a long time, that is giving back to the community.
By Quilla Chambers3 years ago in Confessions
