Ok, I wanted to add a bit to somethin' I said in an earlier blog about how everything should be seen, every story read, every story told, or something like that. Well, I don't change that, at all, but i do amend it in that, well, sometimes you can see why the stories are not… Continue reading Seen but Unheard
Tag: fiction
They – a story
Well, being that it is the eve of Valentine's, I thought I should try to do something special for my girlfriend, who has been through a lot with me in three years. I am not so great at a lot of things and even though it's debatable whether I get this whole writing thing or… Continue reading They – a story
Giving it Away
Now, I dunno if anyone prefers giving a gift, talent, skill, or art away as much as they like getting something for it. It isn't that there is greed as much as a sense of value to what you do AND the fact that you do have to eat, as romantic as it is to… Continue reading Giving it Away
Hid – story
Hid “Where are they – come on dammit, where did you put them?” “Ahh…so that’s what this is about? Them?” “Amy? Amy where are you? Are you here? Amy have you seen your brother? Dave? Dave? I swear, ever since he turned sixteen he’s never around. If he isn’t out in his car he’s in… Continue reading Hid – story
The Things in the House – story
This was a story first published In BARE BONE. Sorta silly but creepy and fun. The Things in the House The things in the house know when They are gone. Until then, the things hide like children, beneath stairs, in cupboards, in walls. When darkness creeps over the flesh of the house, the things slip… Continue reading The Things in the House – story
Submit, Submit, Submit, they cry!
So, if you are gonna do the whole writer thing, hell, I guess any arty sorta stuff, there comes the day when you must submit to the will of the Other. Submission is part of the process though. Whatever you do, whatever art you are involved in you have to submit to the public, to… Continue reading Submit, Submit, Submit, they cry!
A Novel Affair
So it's funny, at least to me, that I have posted a sample from my novel because it is a novel I never intended to write. It isn't that, you know, I never WANTED to write a novel but... Shit, let's be honest here, I NEVER wanted to write a novel. Never. Ever. Never ever.… Continue reading A Novel Affair
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
Open Psyche
Can I tell you how hard it is for me to do open mic events? Seriously. What makes it funny though is that I read a story at the World Horror Con in NYC in front of strangers, peers, and famous writer-folk and managed not to faint but I STILL get all discombobulated when I… Continue reading Open Psyche
The Secrets of Agents, Man…
Take the title as a bit of a lie, because it is. Brother, if I had some rune stone that told the secrets of agents, well, this would be a much more popular blog and I wouldn't be wearing various cheeses as hats. For real. No, what prompts this blog is the utter ridiculousness of… Continue reading The Secrets of Agents, Man…
Riding the Hobby Writer Horse
For some reason lately I have felt sorta lonely, as a writer, and have wanted to feel more connected to that community. Specifically the horror writing community, seeing as I like to write creepy stories and all. Now, I won't necessarily say I am a 'horror' writer but being that it sounds sorta silly to… Continue reading Riding the Hobby Writer Horse
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
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 