Original Stories

Chuck had an irrational hatred for the neighbors, despite knowing almost nothing about them. He was a sucker for a conspiracy theory and was sure that whenever anything went missing or when he couldn’t find a tool, etc. (which happened a lot -- Chuck was not very careful with his tools), that someone had taken it. He loved to blame others for his screw-ups.

I guess I’ve thought of hope as a positive, uplifting sort of thing. Like: “We can all hope for a better future,” or “All hope is not lost.” Well. Hope lies.