C. H. Richard
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My passion is and has always been writing. I am particularly drawn to writing fiction that has relatable storylines which hopefully keep readers engaged
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Haven. Content Warning.
Water splashed down as Ella held the baby close. She caressed the small hands as they clasped her thumb. Tears flowed from her swollen eyes as Noah drove around the lot once more. The storm that had passed through the coastal town had caused many power outages. The world moved around the beat-up Chevy where they had once used to escape and make love. Now the car was refuge before a goodbye. She could not let go just yet. Yet she could not go home. Her parents would never accept a baby born out of wedlock. Noah he could not handle fatherhood. They both were barely old enough to work. Parents they could not be parents now! She knew all of these facts, yet under her breath her response was “not yet!” when Noah asked.
By C. H. Richardabout a year ago in Fiction
Driftwood People. Runner-up in Summer Solstice Challenge. Top Story - July 2024.
Forever they roam Those people lost Without a home Misunderstood Discard like Driftwood Frederick held tight to the thin wood clenched in his fist. The cataracts blinded much of his vision these days, but he wanted to come, had to see for himself the charade to take place on this day, the longest of the year. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he watched his fellow churchgoing townsfolk dismantle the latest camp of homeless from the park. Center Park with its flags still flying around the statue of the Union Soldier from Memorial Day. Where every year the gazebo held the town Christmas tree for carolers and family photos.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Fiction
Rhapsody View Farm
"There was only one rule: don't open the door." However, for every rule Ellenore made, I would find a way to break. The screen door had been tied up for years but yesterday I thought I would surprise her by repairing it. Once I started, I realized I did not have the right tools.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Horror
My Zombie Walk With Vocal For 2024
Every year at Halloween the city I now call home has the streets of downtown blocked off as a hundreds of half dead looking humans show up in to parade the streets. The Zombie walk is a big deal and a quite the spectacle for this midsize city. It is pretty cool to watch those involved dance to Micheal Jackson’s Thriller as they stroll past the library. I, myself have not become a dancing Zombie, but the image has been on my mind when I think about getting through the next year and all that I want to accomplish.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Writers
The Last Mystery Writer
Waiting was not something I was good at, but I had become accustomed to the endless game of watching the clock and hoping against hope. On this night I did not even anticipate that wish of accomplishment as the snow started to fall outside of the Violet’s Bookstore in downtown Bedford, New Hampshire. I looked over at my two kids who begrudgingly came with me. Avery, my fifteen-year-old daughter was on her phone, which was how I often saw her face in the last year since her mother got her that thing. Her pink hair looped over her face mask that she would take down every couple of minutes to post pictures of herself on social media. She had a textbook propped open on the table in front of her, so it looked like she was doing homework assigned over the holiday break.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Chapters
