Chris Rohe
Bio
I am a 49 year old white male that currently lives in Bardstown, Ky, the burboun capital of the world! Although I no longer drink. I would like to create stories that people want to read, so help me out with your feedback.
Stories (4)
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The Devil’s Biographer
It was several weeks ago that I began working with the machine to write this story. I spent the first weeks getting familiar with being with it. I say machine, but it’s more of a cybernetic humanoid than a machine. Dehumanizing it in private makes me feel better, because the thing gives me the creeps.
By Chris Rohe4 years ago in Fiction
Astral Man of La Mancha
Nicole looked at me and asked, “Are you coming tonight?” I fidgeted about in the recliner that I had just sat down in, giving a blatant display of discomfort in the question, knowing that what I would say could cause a bit of resentment. I picked up the book lying on the nightstand next to the chair and held it up.
By Chris Rohe4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret's in Nome
Steve flipped through the photo album while sitting on an old trunk in an attic. He had come to his recently deceased great uncle Ted’s house to sift through the remaining belongings to see what might be of interest that he would like to keep from the estate. The rest of his great uncle’s family had already been through the house. But his great uncle Ted didn’t have any close family, and the attic had scarcely been picked through by anyone else. Getting up the retractable attic stairs was difficult. Whatever the case, Steve sat at the dusty trunk with the photo album in hand, flipping through pictures of times past.
By Chris Rohe4 years ago in Fiction
Sweeny's Cake
It had been a week since Chris had stepped onto the yellow footprints at the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego, California. No longer Chris Sweeny; he was Recruit Sweeny. His head buzzed clean of hair. The grey sweatshirt he wore stenciled with platoon number 1023 and two red stripes; one above the number and one below. The red stripes indicated that he was a diet private, a recruit on a restrictive eating plan until fit. One day at chow, he was reminded of his diet by his DI.
By Chris Rohe5 years ago in Fiction
