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Elemental

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 2nd July 2012

Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew … Continue reading →

The Monster Under The Bed

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 5th May 2012

Camp GenX: 3 – Gas Station Encounter

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 26th March 2012

<< Part 2 The rubber hose snaked its way down into the dark tank. With no electricity to power the gas pumps, the only way to get the precious fuel was to extract it by hand. Farley’s sister, Cat, lined … Continue reading →

Micro-fiction – vol 1

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 12th March 2012

Umbrella The clear plastic umbrella lay broken on the side of the road. Twisted and forlorn. It looked so sad. Unloved. And, it wasn’t exactly keeping the rain off any more; cold rain that drove in at an angle. Never … Continue reading →

Camp GenX: 2 – Bear!

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 28th February 2012

<< Part 1 The soft scratch of Vickie’s pencil broke the otherwise complete silence. She recorded Farley’s notes into the supply ledger; where the food was taken from, when, and how much remained. She struck another now empty location from … Continue reading →

The Final Zone – Love the Variety

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 22nd February 2012

Paths

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 14th February 2012

The bar is actually called Arrows. Big, neon-lit white letters, cursive and flowing to the point of near-illegibility, on a sickening deep pink background dotted with squint-to-see-em red hearts. On each window, they’ve etched an ornate, fragile-looking bow nocked with … Continue reading →

Romance in White Gowns

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 14th February 2012

Stephanie felt the cup slip out of her unresisting fingers and splash water across the tray. A small sob almost escaped her lips at the sight of it, at the knowledge of how weak her left hand had become since … Continue reading →

Poetry in my Pigeon Hole

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 14th February 2012

‘Well, something’s put a spring in your step.’ Roger chose to ignore his secretary’s comment and closed the door to his office behind him. He sat at his desk and took out a folded piece of blue writing paper from … Continue reading →

Pancakes With Steve

Posted by Chrissey Harrison - 6th February 2012

The Great Escape