So I wrote a novel. I love this thing with all my heart but it has yet to see the day. This is one scene from later in the book, between the main character Pete Anders and Jesus Christ. Pete has become the general of the armies of Heaven in an infernal war between set… Continue reading A Shadow Over Ever – sample…
Category: Story
A sampling of my stories and poems giving you a glimpse into the darkness.
Holiday Story 2008 – Eggnog and Assholes
Egg Nog and Assholes “So do you think he’s coming?” Mark the accountant asked. It wouldn’t be fair to say he was drunk but if you were to search Mark’s desk drawers it’s fair to say you’d find a bottle that didn’t have the cola in it that was advertised on the label. No, he… Continue reading Holiday Story 2008 – Eggnog and Assholes
Absence – a story
I had the distinct honor of working with a local photographer named Brian Morrissey for an arts event called VOICES. I was to write a story based on a picture he had taken. Brian gave me several images to pick from and I had the crazy notion that I could make something using all of… Continue reading Absence – a story
After Dusk Falls – story
After Dusk Falls In the distance the trees looked like fading matches, their colors almost glowing in the dying light, and watching it, from a hundred doorways, were five hundred eyes. The children danced from foot to foot, anxiously awaiting the word from their parents that it was time for the night to begin and… Continue reading After Dusk Falls – story
Little Mean Things – a Halloween story
Little Mean Things It was a mistake. A monster. A thing that was not one of nature’s special creatures. It had no right to exist in a world of warm sunshine and cold science, of technology and dead gods but which existed despite all of that. In spite of it. It existed. And it was… Continue reading Little Mean Things – a Halloween story
Hero – story
Hero It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The blood ran from his head, across his face, and fell down onto the grass to form an ever-expanding puddle between his feet. His entire body was aching, sending wave after wave after wave crashing down on him and suddenly he didn’t even think he could stand.… Continue reading Hero – story
Says She’s An Angel – story
Says She’s An Angel I saw her standing outside of a bar on a Thursday night sometime in the late days of winter. She was drunk, I was well on my way, and it seemed like we were both lonely and broken and waiting in the dark for something to fix us. It was raining… Continue reading Says She’s An Angel – story
Con Artist
It's a peculiar thing indeed to find yourself sitting behind a table selling things you worked on, put your heart into, and are now hoping that someone is going to validate you by buying something. What a weird damned sorta thing that is. It's a thin line to walk, the line between commerce and art,… Continue reading Con Artist
Horror Anonymous
Ladies and gentleman, I write horror stories. I can tell from the hush in the crowd that I have offended some of you, and for that I apologize. It shouldn't have taken me this long to offend you. I need to try harder. Truly. It's strange, this tag system we have as humans, where we… Continue reading Horror Anonymous
Weapon
WEAPON My body is a weapon, a breathing, bleeding, seething thing waiting to be freed. My body is a weapon, sucking life from me; my body is a weapon, its beauty mine to see. My body is a weapon, a promise yet fulfilled; this body is a weapon, with many more to kill. In me… Continue reading Weapon
The Lightning People – story
The day changed. Changed in a matter of moments, seconds, the sun being eaten alive by a rolling mass of clouds that stained the sky and changed day to night. The day was stolen and replaced by night’s grim façade but the two girls, like night and day themselves, are ignorant to what is happening… Continue reading The Lightning People – story
Welcome to Thunderdome
Well, not really but that sounds way cooler than - welcome to my blog of words! Or... Welcome to my interweb word orgy. See, no one likes to go to word orgies 'cause they're gross. You lose track of which is a pronoun, which is a noun and, in the end, you end up with… Continue reading Welcome to Thunderdome
So It Is – a story
this was inspired by a story a friend told me about someone's pregnancy and the story haunted me and this was the result. So It Is. The sky meets the ground, the ground meets the sky and I am trapped in the heart of the blue, twisted and caught in it and pulled down below… Continue reading So It Is – a story
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 