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He typed and typed as much as he could in in 60 seconds and then he heard it. “BEEP”. Even though he was expecting it still startled him.
» Posted By Chris On 09.01.2017 @ 10:46 pm
Vines are fascinating. It’s the closest we get to man-eating plants. You don’t realize this until you try to prune a muscadine vine or pull poison ivy out of a tree. And don’t even get me started on Kudzu.
» Posted By Chris On 04.21.2017 @ 11:49 am
Reading nonfiction is a good way to learn how to write regular fiction. It can give you understanding of motive, ways to better describe your characters to make them sound more natural, or ways of creating exposition that don’t sound like info dumps. Also – dictionaries count as nonfiction (don’t they?) Use them.
» Posted By Chris On 03.24.2017 @ 7:00 am
the way you are seen by other people. if you are a good role model and shit like that..
» Posted By chris On 03.22.2017 @ 3:15 pm
When asked to write about one’s influences, where do you begin? Music, movies, books? Other people? Parents? Booze? Drugs? Errant bits of fluff that look like spaceships blowing across the tile floor as you’re taking a shit?
That last one probably counts for my space novel – it’s pretty crappy.
» Posted By Chris On 03.22.2017 @ 2:03 pm
“You cheated!” said my little brother. Before I could reply, he flipped the Monopoly board, sending all our carefully laid houses and hotels flying across the kitchen.
“Well, anger always loses anyway. Remember what Mom said?” I said. A few minutes later, when he’d gone back to watching Pokemon, I added all the extra cash from my pocket back into the box while I was cleaning up.
Winner winner, chicken dinner.
» Posted By Chris On 03.21.2017 @ 11:49 am
Answer me. Did you or did you not steal the car and ram into a light post ?
» Posted By chris On 01.30.2017 @ 8:11 am
Stunts are almost always dangerous. You can do stunts on bikes, on ferris wheels, and even in grocery carts.
» Posted By chris On 01.29.2017 @ 8:40 am
Weave the basket. Please. I’m begging you. Why won’t you weave the basket? I’m so mad at you!
» Posted By chris On 01.25.2017 @ 4:26 pm
You act like thieves, look like thieves, smell like thieves and act like thieves.
» Posted By chris On 01.23.2017 @ 4:42 pm
You thieves. you stole my jewels and all my millions of dollars worth of money. How could you do such a thing?
» Posted By chris On 01.22.2017 @ 10:12 am
Why were you driving like that, you madman? Were you being crazy or what?
» Posted By chris On 01.21.2017 @ 11:38 am
He is such a mad man. He drives Like a madman. He has road rage. he also has this weird yell that he hollers at everyone with.
» Posted By chris On 01.20.2017 @ 1:47 pm
You are a madman. You act like a fool.
» Posted By chris On 01.20.2017 @ 1:43 pm
You’re a madman. What were you thinking? You were driving like a lunatic.
» Posted By chris On 01.20.2017 @ 1:40 pm
The baseball flew at my head like a leather and cloth comet. I froze. All those hours of catch with dad in the backyard flew out the window. Glove up like an ice cream cone, or sideways and up like a visor? I couldn’t remember. And a few moments later, I couldn’t see out of my left eye.
» Posted By Chris On 01.11.2017 @ 10:28 am
Holy spirt comes down.
» Posted By chris On 12.05.2016 @ 2:08 pm
Timing is everything. If I’d been a second later, the bird would not have pooped on my shoulder. If I hadn’t run inside to wash my shirt in the men’s room, I wouldn’t have bumped into the UPS driver. If we hadn’t met, I wouldn’t be on a date tonight. If I hadn’t had the date I might still know where my credit cards are.
» Posted By Chris On 09.14.2016 @ 11:12 am
Crystals formed on the windshield. They looked like snowflakes, but snowflakes don’t stay, and they don’t obscure your view. These are attack snowflakes. They obscure, distort, keep the truth from you. It’s at times like these that there is great joy in scouring them clean with a heavy plastic scraper.
» Posted By Chris On 09.12.2016 @ 10:28 am
Lost my keys. How cliché, I know. But cliché or not, they’re gone. Must have fallen behind the dresser again. Nope.
Maybe Sharon took them by accident? Nope. She swears she has her own.
What the hell was I wearing yesterday. Where are my keys … where are my pants?
» Posted By Chris On 08.30.2016 @ 11:22 am
We are delighted to inform you that you’ve been accepted to attend Hogwart’s School for Witchccraft and Wizardry.
» Posted By Chris On 08.26.2016 @ 8:40 am
Instructions are for suckers, he said, as he picked up his Allen wrench. Ninety minutes later, Carl was in a foetal position underneath his Kvallas box-thing that still had the goddamned motherfucking unfinished edges facing out and was missing two shelf pegs anyway.
» Posted By Chris On 08.09.2016 @ 11:10 am
If I had follow the instructions, I’d have been there on time. However, I wouldn’t have gone off course, gotten lost in the woods, cried a little, wandered back to the road, only to meet a lovely stranger who offered me a ride to get spare gas, a shoulder to cry on, and a sympathetic ear over a bite to eat while we got to know each other better.
So really, I guess what I mean to say is, “I do not.”
» Posted By Chris On 08.08.2016 @ 12:23 pm
Olive oil spurted through her fingers. Goddamn it! She dropped the pot and it hit the stove, splashing hot water up and across her bare neck. Now she hopped back in real pain, and made me feel awful, really, for sneaking up behind her and saying “boo!”
» Posted By Chris On 07.27.2016 @ 12:51 pm
The bank owes me but they act like they don’t know me.
The bank looks down on me with interest
The bank doesn’t care
The bank has more money than I can count
» Posted By Chris On 07.22.2016 @ 2:02 am
The scent of pine brings me back to childhood, wandering in a swath of bush that we called a forest. We scuffed our shoes among the needles and duff, playing at adventures. Later, we used those same retreats to pursue the sordid curiosities of adolescence, but the scent of pine today erases those missteps and brings back innocence and wonder.
» Posted By Chris On 07.19.2016 @ 9:21 am
There are many pathways to take in this false reality that we choose to follow. From here on now, the person you have come to create; is just another chosen pathway that has led you to become what you think you are. You will go on, and chose another path and find you own way.
» Posted By chris On 06.12.2016 @ 11:02 am
I have an appointment at the dentist today after school. I need to have my teeth cleaned and a cavity filled. I hope the appointment goes smoothly. I get nervous at the dentist.
» Posted By Chris On 06.05.2016 @ 4:00 pm
Chaos – the difficult, ever-spinning issue of life. Smashed structures that we built for ourselves. Tiny boats spinning in the inexorable tide. Feeling the wet grain of the wood against our fingers as we get dragged down.
» Posted By Chris On 05.18.2016 @ 11:12 am
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In a domestic home, there are no bears.
In a non-domestic home – bears.
In a domestic home, there are no bees.
In a non-domestic home – bees like you wouldn’t believe.
In a domestic home – fights about the dishwasher.
In a non-domestic home you fight the bears for honey.
» Posted By Chris On 05.09.2016 @ 10:40 am