Christopher Dubbs
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Currently publishing the first half of my fiction novel via X, one week at a time.
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Guardians And Angels | Chapter Five | Part 20
One My father stood at my bedroom door buzzing Hard as Fuck. That Friday night, when he decided to walk into my bedroom, I was still at the dance with mirror ball lights spinning across my freckles not knowing back home the robot cicadas from the fucking Jungle were screaming at him again.
By Christopher Dubbs4 months ago in Fiction
Guardians And Angels | Chapter Five | Part 19
One Some boys make every love song about them. Every single one of them, all night long, back-to-back. The Friday night before Halloween, after attending my first school dance in seventh grade with my best friend, I found out the hard way that those same boys make every sad song about them too.
By Christopher Dubbs5 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Five | Part 18
Brendan Bragg wasn’t alone the night he was murdered on Gravity Hill, and he wasn’t only with Laura DeAngelo either. No, there was another creature there with them on the hillside roadway that snaked upward like a gravel river running silently overtop Sonoma Mountain that October night—a deadly beast—and it wasn’t his murderer.
By Christopher Dubbs6 months ago in Fiction
Guardians And Angels | Chapter Five | (Part 17)
The Friday night before Halloween during my seventh-grade year is a night I won’t be able to forget for a few lifetimes, if ever. I imagine my soul will wake up three lives from now, with fleeting scenes of this bittersweet night running through my mind, and I'll hold my hand to my heart, trying to quench the pangs and stop the unbearable clenching, not remembering why.
By Christopher Dubbs6 months ago in Fiction
Guardians And Angels | Chapter Four (Part 16)
The first time my best friend met my father, he had a gun pointed at my heart; the next, it was aimed at his own head. Two silent moments, nestled on the ledge of violence. Two chance meetings, bookends to a weekend that would change my young life and the lives of everyone around me forever.
By Christopher Dubbs7 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 15)
“You never told me your mother was blind?” Kai gasped at my admission slightly as he turned toward me in the moonlight, his mouth—the mouth of sly smirks, gentle smiles, and perfect pouts—stood open as his eyebrows raised and his eyes searched for mine in the darkness. “Why didn’t you tell me, Christopher?”
By Christopher Dubbs9 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 14)
Whatever you do in life, if it's worth a damn, you must open yourself up and pour your soul into it. You can't do it with your hard head or with your big heart; no, you must pour yourself, your true self, that part floating in the center of you, pour that part out into the world, and know some of it won't ever come back home with you."
By Christopher Dubbs9 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 13). Content Warning.
"Christopher his home!" I can smell him. I usually smell him a mile away or more when he comes home. Cotton and Cherry Coke. Perspiration from running, pepperoni on his breath. I can smell him long before I can hear him, usually. They didn't teach me to smell at the school for the blind people where Carol met me. No, it was my gift. I was born with it. I could smell better than all the other dogs since I was a puppy. My brothers and sisters knew too. I wasn't the strongest, or the fastest, but I damn sure could smell the best. I could smell the scents, the traces of the scents... the memory of the traces of the scents; and I could see everything in my mind.
By Christopher Dubbs10 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three "Storytellers"
If I could rearrange time, I would take the moment his father caught us dancing in the California sunset, and I'd place it so far into our future, the universe would grow too cold for us to find it, all the burning stars would be long gone. God would find that moment, in the darkness, at closing time, and would wonder how it got there.
By Christopher Dubbs10 months ago in Chapters
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 12). Top Story - April 2025.
I knew everything about permanent marks on my life, or so I thought. My freckles, they’ve always stained my skin; wine splashes upon my image, spattered and sprayed across me since the day I saw my own arms and legs. I was a spotted animal of some sort, in my mind, a leopard. A marked creature who would be feared for its tattooed patterns. In reality, they were a scourge, or so I thought.
By Christopher Dubbs10 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 11)
“They aren’t angel wings,” I said, our lips no longer touching. “They are just regular wings.” He looked into my eyes, smiling slightly, his eye black and swollen. “There is no such thing as regular wings, Christopher. Anyone with wings is special, whether they are angel wings or not.”
By Christopher Dubbs10 months ago in Fiction
