Steven LaChance
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I was about four years old when one of my earliest memories unfolded—a simple, magical day in St. Louis. It was sunny, and my mom and I set out for a walk, just the two of us, in search of ice cream. Every step felt like an adventure. I remember the rhythm of our footsteps…
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What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. One of the things I get asked all the time is whether the Screaming House haunting really happened the way I wrote it in The Uninvited. It’s not so much that I hate answering the question—it’s just that when it comes up, I know I’m…
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Music serves as a comforting companion in life’s chaos, transforming struggles into relatable experiences. From quirky love songs to therapeutic breakup ballads and powerful protest anthems, tunes provide solace and motivation. Whether belting out catchy lyrics or wallowing in sadness, music acts as the duct tape for the soul, always ready to resonate.
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The narrative describes a stay at Kyria Boutique House in Athens, amidst extreme heat and historic charm. The protagonist experiences a ghostly vision of Aliki, a woman from the hotel’s past, conveying deep sorrow for her lost love, Giovanni. This encounter evokes reflections on timeless romance and connection to history.
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I don’t for a second think someone out there supporting the Trump administration will look at this and understand. Their reasoning skills are clouded and misguided. Most of them have no clue about the hardships that are ahead. This is for the reasonable folks out there asking, “What does this mean for me?” The outlook…
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Let me be blunt: when you vote for politicians who call us “degenerates” or promise to “protect traditional values,” you are not just casting a ballot—you are signing off on a blueprint for our erasure. The Department of Homeland Security’s recent decision to revoke protections barring the surveillance of LGBTQ+ individuals isn’t a bureaucratic tweak.…
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Dear Future Family, Today is March 1, 2025. When I was a boy, my grandmother would say March came in like a lion or a lamb. Her voice was warm, steady, the kind that made you believe whatever she said. I’d sit by her closely, listening to the wind howl outside, never imagining I’d one…
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Faith. It’s a word that’s followed me like a shadow, shifting shape depending on the light I cast on it. For years, I’ve turned it over in my mind, trying to grasp its edges, only to find it slipping through my fingers like smoke. Merriam-Webster offers definitions—”strong conviction,” “complete trust,” “belief in God,” “firm belief…
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