Christopher Hauselman
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Husband, father, screenwriter, author and independent filmmaker.
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Anim8
The high definition display screen shows ten objects being tracked across a stylized map of the United States. The indicator circles, which surround a number, pulse in red and yellow. Each circle set, in no particular order, turn green and solid and stationary. Number five stops in Utica, Indiana; three halts movement in Cody, Wyoming. The seventh object slows down over Cloudcroft, New Mexico while Calabash, North Carolina is the proud recipient of object number one.
By Christopher Hauselman5 years ago in Fiction
DECADENT
Nana, an elegant 72-year-old, with beautician flocked grey hair, enters the den wearing her signature apron of red and yellow roses with old smudge stains of chocolate icing and strawberry filling, waving around a whisk as if it were a magic wand.
By Christopher Hauselman5 years ago in Horror
Inescapable Delusions of Thrall
The brightness was unbearable as he came to, and the piercing noise. What was that? Dear God, the sound stabbed his brain like shards of glass. Then the pain came as his right hand raised to block the light. He couldn’t make it move any farther, he sensed it was just at his chest before it fell onto his abdomen. As for the other arm, useless. Something or someone heavy had it pinned down. His eyes, still squinting, had not yet adjusted. Tears streamed down his temple. “Good,” he thought, “I can feel that.”
By Christopher Hauselman5 years ago in Fiction
Ashes Upon the Wind
Sleep entangles me. Unable to arouse any desire to proceed with daily life. Daily? I don’t even remember what day it is, doesn’t even matter at this point. Dates, times, months, hell years aren’t relevant since the reset. The red light is dim outside, must be near dark. I shift to see the one thing that matters to me, my wife’s heart shaped locket, which always hangs in the small window above the foam and cardboard that is my bed. I sniff a good dose of ‘the mix’ and off again I go to the darkness and creation of any world I can lucidly fabricate.
By Christopher Hauselman5 years ago in Fiction
