Cheyenne E Mitchell Writer

In all of it’s various forms words are expressive and an indicative art form. Having said this, it is important to know that you must be careful as to what words you choose. For I, as an artist, would not want to begin my new artwork in the wrong spirit. You may be thinking there isn’t anything new, artistic, or original about words. In a sense you are correct. Your daily sentences have been…

What is my blog about? What are these blog videos and links on Instagram and Facebook? You asked and I’m here to answer! My blogs are typically short stories, drawing inspiration from real-life events, such as relationships, childhood memories, or mere imaginings. Then, using a fragment of this memory, I write a story. Sometimes readers will send private messages asking me to create a story just…

I in now way ow the above image I found it on the internet. All rights belong to the owner. Check out my acting page to view this, now, old interview I did to promote a play!   Pygmalion- Interview Until next time when we return to more storytelling, I remain respectfully, Cheyenne E. Mitchell

I loved every second of playing Eliza Doolittle

I in no way own the above image- It was found on the internet and all rights belong to the owner. ~ John Sloan, “McSorley’s Bar,” 1912 He was handsome—not overly handsome, but handsome enough that his looks were important to him. He was well-off but not particularly wealthy; intelligent but not particularly so. Overall, he was not a man of much consequence, yet he felt he was a prince among men.…

I in no way own the above image. All rights belong to the owner. The image was found on the internet. Dear Readers; I want to take this moment to thank each and every one of you for making this year memorable. I thank you for your readership, for your participation both in comments and requesting stories to write about.  I look forward to beginning a new year with you and bringing you new…

I in no way own the above image. All rights belong to the owner. This image was found on the internet. The deep lines on her face were knitted together in a worried pattern. They were permanent. The wrinkles encapsulated time. There were lines on her forehead that told of illness, and lines that told of late nights. The wrinkles in her brow told of anguish, while the lines around her mouth told…

The One About Jones

I in now way own the above image I found it on the internet. All rights belong to the owner. Within a terrifying instant, it was over. The bloodshed, the outpouring of cries, the slavery, the genocide, in one final great battle, it was finished. Shouts of joy and pain were hurled heavenward. Men ragged, weary, and ravaged by war waded through the blood-filled sea. The bodies were numerous. It…

I in no way own the above image all rights go to the Artist I found the partial image on the internet Declaration of Independence- John Trumbull circa 1826 He rubbed his eyes wearily. The light from the candle began to diminish. The more frustrated he became, the more paper was crumpled and thrown to the floor. It was now two in the morning and five days had already passed since Tom was given…

Grandma and Me ❤ Taking a ribbon, she tied back the top of her blonde pageboy. Even the faded blue ribbon didn’t improve the look of her hair. Catherine sighed as she leaned forward, viewing herself in the mirror. How she longed to have curly hair like Shirley Temple instead of straight, limp blonde hair fashioned into a typical pageboy. She turned up the light of the lamp as she lingered in…