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Chris commented on the post, dominant 7 months, 2 weeks ago
My dominant hand is my right hand. I write with it, but I piss with my left hand. In sports I shoot a hockey stick left handed, but I golf to the right. I don’t know why that is. If I was a killer though, I’d […]
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Chris commented on the post, zone 9 months, 1 week ago
I’m in the zone, he thought. I’m writing pure brilliance at the speed of light. My synapses are firing, and my fingers know the way.
Characters spring from my keystrokes full fledged, and ready for the reader […]
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Chris commented on the post, suggestion 10 months, 2 weeks ago
It was the merest hint of a suggestion, but Emma smiled.
“You charmer”
“What are you talking about?” Gerald winked.
“I’m talking about your twitchy eye, all of a sudden… charmer.”
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Chris posted a new activity comment 11 months ago
You know what? You wrote, and that counts. (It ”shorely duz”… couldn’t help myself).
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Chris commented on the post, fractures 11 months ago
When I was ten I broke my leg. It was stupid. What accident at ten years old isn’t? We were playing in the boathouse loft. Emily Brown dared me to jump down the ladder. I told her no way, and then she did it […]
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Chris commented on the post, persons 11 months, 1 week ago
“Persons of interest,” he said. I quailed. My hands shook. Coffee spilled over the back of my hand. Pain fought with fear and all that came out was “fuck.”
I couldn’t believe I was hearing Brianna’s name again […]
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Chris commented on the post, pits 11 months, 1 week ago
I felt around in the gravel. It was stupid to try to find the contact lens at this point. But it was expensive. Those contacts represented more than just eyesight to me. They represented freedom. Having […]
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Chris commented on the post, brief 11 months, 2 weeks ago
My briefs are anything but. They used to be jockey shorts, and then they were boxers that bound and bunched, and now they are the weird hybrids they sell at H&M that seem and claim to offer support but instead […]
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Chris commented on the post, function 1 year, 3 months ago
I can’t function – not enough sleep. There’s not enough coffee in the world to undo a full night’s loss of rest. I tried mixing Red Bull with a large Starbucks and all I got was an upset stomach- it reminded me of […]
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Chris posted a new activity comment: 1 year, 4 months ago
You’re getting good at this…
In reply to - RS Bohn wrote about the word thorns The unicorn puppet on its stage of thorns: up in the rafters, he pulls the strings. The unicorn prances, tears a paper hoof, snags its tail. After the performance, all the children clap. And after the curtain falls, heavy red velvet, the unicorn sighs and looks north. It remembers when it had no strings. • View -
Chris posted a new activity comment: 1 year, 4 months ago
Loved the interview, Becky. Great work!
In reply to - RS Bohn posted an update: It’s been a good day: Richard Godwin interviews me for Chin Wag at the Slaughterhouse, two acceptances, Sean Patrick Reardon says good stuff about my work, and there’s more in the pipeline: http://rsbohn.blogspot.com • View -
Chris wrote about the word conceal 1 year, 4 months ago
You can’t conceal your scars. It’s impossible. You can cake makeup, mud, blood, lies and denials on them, but they will show. They show in the way you hold your mouth when you talk. They show in the way you glance over your shoulder when you walk. They are there, I know they are, and [...]
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Chris wrote about the word apron 1 year, 4 months ago
Mama wore her apron folded at the waist like a tool belt. She put a spatula in the pockets. It drove Dad crazy.”Why are you even wearing an apron? Your shirt is covered in bacon grease!” She would look at us and smile. Then she would wink at Dad and say “How else am I [...]
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Chris wrote about the word thorns 1 year, 4 months ago
I can’t see. My eyes are gone – torn out in the fall from the tower. All I could remember was tears, long, golden hair, the smell of virgin sex, and then falling, falling. Now all I have is darkness, and rage at the witch who did this to me. My sword is not blind.
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Chris wrote about the word scar 1 year, 5 months ago
The scar traced the right side of Alvin’s cheek. Unlike all those cavalier movie heroes he’d seen, where the white lines of battles fought in the past are brandished in a way that makes the man look like the epitome of rough and tumble adventure, Alvin’s scar was a pinched and puckered mess that pulled [...]
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Chris wrote about the word left 1 year, 6 months ago
I left her there. I don’t know what became of her. Her leg was broken, and the dead were coming. How could I be so cold? I ask myself that every moment of every day. Well, every day that I have left. I was bitten last night. I think that, in retrospect, leaving Shaila with [...]
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Chris wrote about the word alarmist 1 year, 6 months ago
Alarmist as the day is young, said grandma. What the hell does that supposedly mean? cried Sheila It means you kids got no damned respect, grumbled granny. I respect those who deserve respect, and I mean that the world is ending. You mark my words, Sheila, this whole nu-cu-ler thing will blow over. You’re talking [...]
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I don’t even know what this is, and I love it! You got some voice, some crazy idea here. ”Alarmist” did it for us both, it seems. (thanks, OneWord)
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Chris posted a new activity comment: 1 year, 6 months ago
Oh wow – you need to write this story Becky. Shuffling off the ”ethical coil” – brilliant image.
In reply to - RS Bohn wrote about the word alarmist The alarmist cried out at each unnecessary surgery. “But they have paid,” I said. “In advance.” Still, the cry. I shrugged off the ethical coil at last, free, free to do the work of the gods. And though he did not pay, the alarmist became the gate through which my freedom was earned: and he, [...] • View -
Chris wrote about the word downpour 1 year, 6 months ago
The rain just kept on coming. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it rain like this. I’m from the North. I’m used to snow and all, but rain, and rain and rain. I can’t stand another day of slate grey skies. I’ve decided to take a flight. I don’t care where – I just want [...]
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Chris posted a new activity comment: 1 year, 7 months ago
”empty bottles masturbating to adverbs en masse before a suicide occurs”
Awesome.
In reply to - RS Bohn wrote about the word playground There’s a beer on my story idea. My entire desk is some sort of alcoholic’s playground, empty bottles masturbating to adverbs en masse before a suicide occurs: the lager jumps ship. The dog jumps, sniffs, and I pour myself another vodka out of the freezer, killing twelve new characters in the process. • View - Load More
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