Christa Leigh

Joined January 2021

36 stories

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Runner-Up in Lantern Light Challenge

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Remarkable
I was saying dumpster fire He was writing "remarkable" I said I only see the failure He said mistakes and failure are not the same thing
By Christa Leighabout a year ago in Poets
Push pins
Push pin in the fabric of time, the tiniest hole- a stab wound really And we keep coming back here because why wouldn't we?
By Christa Leighabout a year ago in Poets
The Hunger
I'm not saying it's a conspiracy, but it is kind of interesting that first there's a Pandemic and quote-unquote everyone has to get the shot. The shot (and to be fair, the virus itself) seems to have far-reaching unknown and known side effects including potential fertility consequences, cardiac symptoms, and ... weight gain.
By Christa Leigh2 years ago in Humans
Spare Parts
He took apart this car once. It was on blocks for months, the telltale sign of a blue-collar existence and the male species’ flawed belief that they can successfully put back together anything they take apart.
By Christa Leigh2 years ago in Fiction
Unspoken
It's been a while, how are you? Oh, you know. Living the dream. I have scars you'll never see. And the kids? They're great. They turned out alright.
By Christa Leigh2 years ago in Poets
Black Moon
He was born when the Sun wrestled Gemini and fiery Leo loomed on the horizon. The stars never promised him much, the way he saw it. Maybe they held the backdrop of the universe in place, or maybe they were random balls of gas floating around waiting to collide. Maybe they were the whispered secrets of the gods, complex codes for understanding the past and predicting the future, but he found that theory amusing, at best.
By Christa Leigh2 years ago in Fiction
Storm Surge
These details are always the same: the water is growing in the distance, swelling and turbulent and pregnant with potential disaster; the sky above dark and starless. She stands above the earth; sometimes on a bridge or mountain, but usually it's the rooftop of a building. She always knows, without a doubt, that the water is coming.
By Christa Leigh2 years ago in Fiction
Seen
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I'm not screaming, though. Not yet. My mind is racing as I try to recall the events that led me here, as I try to make sense of the void.
By Christa Leigh4 years ago in Fiction
Waiting Patiently
I’m waiting for the guys from the City to come back and pour concrete in the sidewalk mold they constructed last week. I’ve always known the sidewalk doesn’t belong to me, but it’s technically in my yard, and they didn’t even bother to tell me they’d be tearing it up to fix something below it. I guess maybe when the good city of Aurora decides to fix a problem, they figure their benevolence is in the fact that they don’t make the homeowner pay for it, maybe?
By Christa Leigh4 years ago in Humans
The Biggest Lie I Never Told
In 2006, while working full-time in multi-line insurance, I made the craziest prospecting call of my career. It was particularly strange because, on the off-chance I got what I wanted, I wouldn't sell a thing. And I knew it.
By Christa Leigh5 years ago in Journal
The Art of Letting Go
Inevitably, in the course of networking, I get the question: What brought you to Chicago? The easy answer, the answer I give when the conversation hasn't yet reached any depth, is that I took a corporate position. Oftentimes this leads to follow up questions about where I came from, which tends to be far more interesting to people than what I do.
By Christa Leigh5 years ago in Journal
Bright as the Son
When you were three-and-a-half, you wanted a motorcycle. Your pre-school peers were all about purple dinosaurs, you were all about the X-games. Travis Pastrana was your hero, and you were hell-bent on becoming him.
By Christa Leigh5 years ago in Families