Scott Christenson🌴
Bio
Born and raised in Milwaukee WI, living in Hong Kong. Hoping to share some of my experiences w short story & non-fiction writing. Have a few shortlisted on Reedsy:
https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/scott-christenson/
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Gluten Is What Makes This Nation Stick Together. Top Story - November 2023.
In Hoboken New Jersey, Felix lied to his wife Luna that he was going out only to pick up the sandwiches. Luna was very patriotic about wanting to eat sandwiches for lunch. He knew her preferences well. In the three or four years since they had been married, he couldn’t remember a time when they had ever argued about anything. Next year, they even planned to make a baby.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Fiction
Standing Up for Sitting Out
“You MUST stand against Hamas,” someone tells me, “Stand Up for Palestine!” another insists. After watching a dozen YouTube videos on the history of the region and the conflict, I still can not decide. Analysts from both viewpoints make perfectly rational arguments why their side is correct and just. I've spent hours flip-flopping from being terribly outraged at one side, and then the other, and feel I am no closer to making an informed decision on 'where I stand' than when I started. I'm exhausted, outraged, and want to shout at everyone. I need a breather.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in The Swamp
An Unseen Path. Top Story - October 2023.
Emma felt the warmth of the sun on her face. She stood on the soft grass at Bear Grove Park, and took a deep breath of the crisp spring air. Being matched with a running guide that day was her first step on the road to running the Springfield marathon.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Fiction
Are You a Farmer Too?
Playing Fortnite everyday to complete the 3 daily goals feels more important to me than anything else. Getting those 45,000 points, or else they will disappear if I don't claim them. What are those points used for? What are their significance? I have been playing for months, and I don't know. The only thing I do know is that I want more "XP". I must hoard.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Psyche
Curdled
Robert dipped his finger into the milk and felt its warmth. The digital thermometer displayed a temperature of 103 F. He added a cup of dry starter culture, spreading it evenly over the milk, and a spoonful of yeast, and gave the vat a stir. The air was heavy with the smell of aging cheese.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Fiction
Our Relationship with Russell Brand
A filthy man. But, we all knew that, didn't we? In the 2000s, he was our loveable rascal. With his heavy Essex accent, and flamboyant mannerisms and loquacious style of speaking, he was an interesting contradiction. An acceptable and articulate connection to the working class. He was a guest on countless British variety shows of the 2000s and hobnobbed with all the major TV celebrities of the time.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Filthy
Double Jeopardy in Tokyo
On a sweltering hot afternoon in the summer of 2002, in an air conditioned conference room high in a Tokyo office tower, I sat opposite a team of Japanese SEC officials. They were steadily raising their voices, now almost shouting, accusing me of insider trading. The man in the middle, a mid-aged man with thick swept back hair, named Okada-san, peppered me with questions and accusations, while his two colleagues sat expressionless, studying my every movement. They wore the dark blue suits, white shirts, and pressed ties that were the standard uniform of Japanese government bureaucrats. I was an outsider.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Chapters
Double Jeopardy in Tokyo
On a sweltering hot afternoon in the summer of 2002, in an air conditioned conference room high in a Tokyo office tower, I sat opposite a team of Japanese SEC officials. They were steadily raising their voices, now almost shouting, accusing me of insider trading. The man in the middle, a mid-aged man with thick swept back hair, named Okada-san, peppered me with questions and accusations, while his two colleagues sat expressionless, studying my every movement. They wore the dark blue suits, white shirts, and pressed ties that were the standard uniform of Japanese government bureaucrats. I was an outsider.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Chapters
Citizen Journalist Sleeps through a 139-Year Flood
I’m an enthusiastic 54-year-old social media poster. Call me a citizen journalist, if you will. For the last three year, I’ve been studying the mechanics of the media: writing, podcasting and youtubing. I can mix my sentence structures, write without using adverbs, and keep my POV in character. I can also color correct videos, minimize noise in audio tracks, and focus on the good bit with zooms and freeze frames. Ready, set, action!
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Journal
