had the germ of this in my head for a few days and had the time at a comic con i was vending at today so i wrote it. Further. Out past the first marker that tells you that you've made it fifty feet from shore, arms starting to ache vaguely as I close my… Continue reading Further – a story
In which I read my story BALL.
In which I read my short story SOMETHING IN THE WATER.
rough draft of a story i wrote this week before finding out about the loss of a friend who took their own life. this story feels very raw and real to me but i think there's a sort of truth in that that maybe someone can get somthing from. There was no flash. No revelation.… Continue reading A Fall – a story
Decided to read one of the short stories to be included in a future book. Groove on this. If you wanna buy any of my publushed books you can find them on Amazon. Just look up Chris Ringler.
Kissing When I was a little kid Christmas was the most important thing in my life. I loved everything about it. I loved the music, the lights, the church service, spending time with my family, spending time with my friends, like I said, I loved all of it. Christmas, with its mythology, and its mystery… Continue reading Kissing – a Creepy Christmas Tale
A million years ago, back when I was still a kid that had never even thought about writing more than occasionally and certainly never had thought about putting a book out, I wrote a story called Roadkill. In my mind it was a novella but in reality it was probably just a long short story.… Continue reading RoadKill – a novel
Creepy story about one-sided infatuation of the nastiest kind. Fair warning if that's a trigger for you. The Line It was her smile. That was what first drew me to her. That partial smile that seemed to say more than words could ever hope to. It was a moment. An instant. It was… Continue reading The Line – a story
This is a wee tale. First draft. Very rough. Me working out some ideas and seeing what is there. There's the seed for another story planted here if I ever have time to swing back to it. We shall see. He wasn’t sure when his choice had become his fate. He wasn’t sure when the… Continue reading Wanderer – a story
I had been looking for the first door since I was ten, and watched my aunt walk through a black door in the field before her house. This was only a month after my uncle had killed himself. Auntie Kelly and Uncle Rowan had been inseparable and when his lifelong depression lead him to an… Continue reading DOORS – a story