sample sunday. sky's the limit.

This time, a FedEx plane glides close. Dangerously close and I inhale, praying to feel the rush I used to get as a kid. I wish I hadn’t forgotten my phone, otherwise I would’ve snapped a pic or recorded it. Warren would’ve liked to see it from this angle, but it’s my fault that he can’t.

The wheels touchdown and the squeal of rubber hurts because I still don't feel a thing. I guess I'm just numb in all the wrong places.

Through the haze filtering the purple and orange glow of the sky, nothing can distort the runway. 24-Right is busy tonight. Korean Air. Air Canada. Saudia. All the heavies are roaring in. They must've closed Left, because planes are taking off and landing only on that side.

Another FedEx appears in the horizon like an alarm clock going off and I know what time it is without checking. The 5:19 A.M. - my curtain call - telling me it's time to go home. The tears I held on for far too long swell up in my eyes again. This time, I let them fall because I hate the ninth of March.

I miss the 5:19 landing to glance at the small tattoo of the words Sky's the Limit on the inside of my wrist and touch it. My brother's words. His handwriting. Now his voice echoes inside me. I close my eyes to think about him, because it’s the closest we’ll ever get to being together. I can't help but laugh a little, in spite of the tears. Warren used to live, breath and dream Biggie.

The day Christopher Wallace died shouldn’t have mattered much to a ten year old, but it did. Especially when it claimed the life of my idol. Twenty years ago on this day, I sat cross-legged on the floor between the twin beds in my brother’s room. I didn't know then that would be the date that sealed his fate.

 - chasing moments by tia kelly. coming soon.

 

While everyone watched her live for the moment… she had to find a way to remember it.

I heard it all… I’m famous for being famous… that night was probably the best and worst thing to happen to me… I’m a fame whore… and lately the buzz is about my fifteen minutes being up.

My problem is that I don’t know if they’re right or not… I can’t remember.

What I can tell you is that my name is Chastity Ryan, but everyone insists on calling me Chase. And to my surprise, I have eight million followers. What am I doing with that many people listening to anything I have to say? The wiki facts about my life are out there and that’s all I have to tell me… that and thousands of updates, years worth of tweets and filtered images of a woman I barely even recognize, but she does look just like me. I guess I should be happy that I do have a breadcrumb trail on social media and the people around me to help me decipher its fleeting code…

Except I don’t know if I should trust them… and if that’s no one else’s fault but my own.

– Chase

Confirmed party girl Chase Ryan has it all… and she wants the world to know it. After making her way through all the hotspots and parties across town, Chase is used to waking up the morning after with no recollection of the night before. Until she wakes up one day with a thin memory about her entire life and all she can do is chase the moments she left behind hoping to figure out her own story.

Posted on May 7, 2017 and filed under sample.