Chris James
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A simple writer for fun. If I think a topic is interesting enough my mind races to fill in a story around it. Any genre is fair game. However I do enjoy writing horror and science fiction and fantasy.
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Travel Log SS Dark Saint
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well, they are wrong. I still cannot get the screams out of my head. How could what should have been a simple search and rescue mission go from being just “part of the job,” as my Captain said to a proper nightmare? Was it when we boarded this ship? Or perhaps when we decided to come here in the first place? All I know for sure is that our fates were sealed when we heard the distress call. I guess that is where all our problems began. If only we knew then what we know now. May the gods have mercy on our essence.”
By Chris James3 years ago in Fiction
What was that
Childhood is a time of wonder and excitement, learning, play, and exploration. However, for many, the light of the day brings joy and happiness. The dark of the night brings mystery and even terror. Below are two stories that touch on two childhood fears to drag them out of the deep dark places of our minds. Tonight I bring for your reading terror. Our first tale is titled What was that? The second story of terror is titled Inside my closet. Remember, it is never too late to read with the lights on.
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Shovel goes in.
The shovel goes in The shovel goes in, and dirt lifts out. The shovel goes in the dirt lifts out. Into the wheelbarrow, you go. Good fresh dirt so full of nutrition for my garden this year. The compost pile worked extra hard this year. The worms are fat, the soil is dark red, and just a pinch of sand plus a few extra ingredients makes my garden the best in town. The shovel goes in the dirt lifts out.
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
The wind blows past the house as the windows rattle inside their frames. Arthur looks to Mia, a worried look on his face as he looks out the small kitchen window to see dust swirling by and a laughing voice carry in from the yard. “I think we need to check on what is going on.” Getting up and rushing to the door, Arthur opens it to see Draco running in a circle faster and faster, tighter and tighter, and the circle closes in on itself. He stands and spins, using his tail to balance himself like a forty-foot top. “what are you doing, Draco?”
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
As the weeks pass, the oranges, reds, and yellows of Fall surrender to the brown and green of evergreens and the white of freshly fallen snow. The fresh smells of mid-December fill the air. As the year fades, Draco and his tree grew with each day that passed by. Mia and Arthur had taken to the news that the appearance of a true dragon forever changed their lives.
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
Summer passes as the marvelous, crisp smells of Fall settle upon the land, the fields of grasses turning from bright emerald green to a shade of brown that reminded Arthur of a paper bag from the store. Scratching his head as he looked out from the front porch, a cup of coffee in his hand early mornings having become a rather painful routine ever since Little John had brought the two cows and three chickens. “I still cannot believe they just gave us the animals.” He told himself a building on his face thinking about all the changes they had to make to accommodate the new giant chickens and the new routines added to the once slow days.
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
With a sound that could have brought down the house, the door to Arthurs room was flung open, and Mia, with a quick hop skip and a jump of joy, landed in his bed with excitement in her voice. “Come on, Arthur, it is time to get up and pay a visit to the breeders and pick out our new animals.”
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
Spring is almost over, and summer is right around the corner. A thin ray of light slides in between the blinds to the bedroom, falling upon the sleeping occupant’s face squinting from the light on his face hitting his eyes; Arthur rolls over and proceeds to drop out of bed. Getting up, he rubs his side where he hit. “ouch, that rather hurt. I guess that means it is time to get up.” Walking to his dresser, he pulls out some clothing and gets dressed. Leaving his room yawning, he walks down the hall to the kitchen where he finds Mia already dressed, her lengthy hair braided today as it hung over her shoulder, her light brown eyes peering at Arthur over a cup of coffee set to her lips. “Good Morning Mia. I see you look amazing as always.”
By Chris James4 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
Early the following day, a gentle tapping of a light rain awoke Arthur. Stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he made his way to the kitchen to find it empty. He smiled to himself. “I must’ve woken up early, that or Mia is sleeping in? She’s normally up before the sun.”
By Chris James5 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
The following day after the party, Arthur woke up, got dressed, and went downstairs, forgetting the box wrapped in brown paper that Mia’s father had given him. He Found Mia inside the kitchen, a cup of coffee in one hand with a plate of toast with a jar full of strawberry honey on the table beside her.
By Chris James5 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
Rex Draco Farm Chapter 2. Surprises of Spring. Several weeks had passed since Mia moved on the farm, and we started dating. We were busy getting the old barn cleaned up and painted as we had plans to acquire a cow and a few chickens to help with our grocery bills. Just like everything else on the farm, no one had set foot in the barn since my grandparents had passed. When I arrived, Mia suggested that we store my few belongings inside for safekeeping, but now that we have cleaned the house enough to unpack, we thought it was time to find an animal or two.
By Chris James5 years ago in Fiction
Rex Draco Farm
Rex Draco Farm Chapter one. New Life Moving to the old family farm was not exactly the grand future I saw for myself. However, after losing my job and being kicked out of my apartment, I had to do something. I asked my parents what I should do, and they made me an offer. My mother told me “Arthur if you wish to, your father and I will let you move onto your grandfather's old farm.” I accepted on the spot. They had only one real request. While I would be allowed to renovate the old place up to walkable and livable standards, I just could not tear down any buildings.
By Chris James5 years ago in Fiction
