Burch Stories

18+ Thanks for checking it out! I hope you enjoy! Waking up in the morning is the hardest thing imaginable for me. I missed my dream land. Sugar plums and love floating through out the air. Dream land was safe and not real. I had everything I wanted. Unfortunately reality had to catch up every time that was unenviable. "Alyssa! Abbey! I made breakfast!" Johnny shouts at my sister and I. I get out of Johnny and I's bed running to our bathroom. Emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. "Well that was everything but graceful." I mumble to myself thinking of my dad saying there was a reason he didn't name me grace. I get up brush my teeth and wash my face I lazily make it out to the kitchen when Abbey and Johnny are standing side by side talking. I really hate the fact that they get along so well it bugs me in ways it shouldn't. But I've always felt as there was something else going on. I knew there was but it was easier to pretend and get on with my life. Even if some where in my brain I knew my fantasy was just that a fantasy. Johnny walks over and kisses my cheek. "Goodmorning sunshine I hope you slept well." I lazily nod as he sets two plates on the table one for me and one for him. Abbey brings her own plate and pours syrup all over the pancakes and bacon. "So Abbey what did you do last night?" I question her knowing that she brought a guy home or stole the one out my bed. Which I wasn't sure but I never missed a chance to twist the knife a little to see if one of them would slip up. This game was a dialy for us. I'd pry they'd ignore and we'd end up in this weird love triangle that just felt like I couldn't leave. To be honest I didn't have anyone else in my mind. Everyone was busy doing their thing and I didn't wanna be told I told you so by everyone. So I held up the jig to keep my ego.

EXPOSING CHARLOTTE

Many people have wondered if the common perspective on what happened on the infamous September 11th actually happened. That's what Grace Reynolds, a conspiracy journalist residing in New York city, strives to find out when an ominous flight manifest found its way on her desk. On the list is a redacted name with a question mark annotated next to it. Who was on that plane? Within a week of her initial investigation at the airport that Flight 11 took off from, she encounters a single man, David Crowe, who claims to have sent the manifest. As he reveals what he knows, which is limited, Grace realizes that the events on that fateful morning were not just committed by the United States Federal Government, but were a large cover up. A cover up to something that could potentially turn the course of humanity for the worst.