I tasted the metallic prongs on the microphone. My teeth grinded against the steel shoved to my mouth. My sighs were amplified, obnoxiously exaggerating my heavy breathing through the crackling stat… more →
pages turnedChris Simning wrote 9 months ago: I tasted the metallic prongs on the microphone. My teeth grinded against the steel shoved to my mou … more →
Chris Simning wrote 9 months ago: I sat confined in a maroon motorized wheelchair. It had been five years since the diagnosis. I had … more →
Chris Simning wrote 9 months ago: My skin plastered itself to the vinyl seat. Every movement sounded like fruit roll-ups being peeled … more →
Chris Simning wrote 10 months ago: “Jimmy!” My words pierced the silence. Hot tears began to roll down my cheeks. Deep sobs began t … more →
Chris Simning wrote 10 months ago: School lockers slammed latching to metal. Students zipped their backpacks closed. The warning bell … more →
Chris Simning wrote 11 months ago: Beads of water plummeted down the windshield. In sporadic fashion, many of them bounced upwards, on … more →
Chris Simning wrote 11 months ago: Rows of vineyards passed us by like still frames swiftly moving in succession, pages of caricature f … more →
Chris Simning wrote 12 months ago: I remember the first time I grieved. Sycamore trees lined our residential streets bursting with a p … more →
Chris Simning wrote 1 year ago: The day became brighter as the minutes passed. The illumination from the morning light slowly inten … more →
Chris Simning wrote 1 year ago: When I was escorted in, their pens snapped into place. Notebook binders popped open. The pages tur … more →
Chris Simning wrote 1 year ago: My luggage slammed against the well-worn pavement. The handle on my suitcase snapped into place. A … more →