Story Time.

This post is a little different from others ive recently posted.

My wonderful girlfriend Natasha has been busy writing some i guess you can call them short stories and she sent me one the other day that i really really liked so i thought i would share it with you guys.

If you like this kind of thing and wish to see more please let me know via comments below or send me and email at memyselfandphotography@outlook.com

All comments will be forwarded to my girlfriend and ive persuaded her that if and when she gets a new computer/laptop i would help her start her own blog for her short stories but if you guys like this as much as i do then i shall keep posting then to here until she has her own blog set up properly.

At best, life is the choice between the inside and the outside of a piranha tank.

You either, swim with them and ensure a life time of safety and large meals, or you have the risk of being devoured with an empty stomach and little to be left behind.

You see, everything is about whom you know, no longer what you know. Every cell in your grey matter is alive with sparks brighter than the 4th of July yet you fail to own certain numbers in your phone book thus leaving you, fending for yourself at the bottom of what seems an endless pit, only to find that anything you have ever done was something to waste.

You tell yourself everything will pick up and something will become of your imagination. Someone will finally believe that you are the reason that fish can now walk or that pigs really can fly. Yet you sit in the dull corner of your hotel room, brainstorming ways to make a change, be the difference. Nothing is ever that simple though, letter after letter, idea after disaster. Everything comes to an end.

Then one day, some stranger takes you by the hand and gives you what need. Just like that. Everything spirals out of control and before you know it you’re on top of the world with more digits in your bank account that the first 20 sequences of Pi. You are the person that gave hope back and managed to make it in life.

Then, when you’re off to get your usual at the place that only sells caviar at a minimum of £3000 you see a dull face. Someone who looks as though they have sunk, into a ship wreck and taken his crew with him. You remember being that person and the pain they must be feeling yet you chose to do nothing.

Why? Because…

At best, life is the choice between the inside and the outside of a piranha tank.

You either, swim with them and ensure a life time of safety and large meals, or you have the risk of being devoured with an empty stomach and little to be left behind.

Amazing right? shes the best thing ever and the best thing ever is shes all mine 😀

Thanks very much for reading.

Chris C – MeMyselfAndPhotography