Charlie Christmann

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

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4 Stories

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“A Murdered Story” by Charlie Christmann

Submitted to Contest #266

Charley the Clown pushed open the door to his trailer, the rickety thing creaking like an ancient circus elephant's knees. He kicked a stray juggling ball out of his path, muttering to himself about the perils of living in a mobile home with insulation thinner than a tightrope walker's leotard.Great, Charley thought, another night in the world's most depressing clown car. At least I'm not packed in with a small army of seltzer-wielding buffoons.The faint sounds of the circus winding down echoed through the thin walls—the roar of the lion bei...

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“A Waltz Whispered in Shadows” by Charlie Christmann

Submitted to Contest #254

xtension of their dance, yet purposeful in its direction. As they stepped away from the dance floor, the soft murmur of conversation and the gentle strains of music seemed to fade into the background, creating a bubble of privacy amidst the bustling gala.Eleanor and Thomas continued their discussion in this more intimate setting, their voices low and urgent. The weight of their shared knowledge hung between them, a bond forged in secrets and strengthened by a common purpose. As they delved deeper into the intricacies of their plan, the grand...

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“Crossroads in the City Light” by Charlie Christmann

Submitted to Contest #230

Standing on the balcony, Clara was enveloped by the city's pulsating rhythm. The shimmering lights below wove a tapestry of life, each flicker telling a story. The night air was cool against her skin, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the soft whisper of a breeze that rustled her hair. The scent of rain lingered, a fresh reminder of the day’s downpour, mingling with the faint aroma of jasmine from a nearby balcony. It was a night that commanded introspection, not just anticipation for her impending promotion.But to...

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“Adrift” by Charlie Christmann

Submitted to Contest #227

The cold was the first sensation that crept into Alexei's subconscious, a biting, relentless chill that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of his being. It gnawed at his bones, a sharp reminder of the void's unforgiving nature. Alexei lay in the hibernation chamber of his spacecraft, adrift in the silent expanse of space. Here, the temperature was deliberately kept well below zero, a necessary measure to preserve his body during the long journey.Alexei, a seasoned astronaut, hovered at the edges of awareness, teete...

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Author bio

My background as an engineer (BSEE from Texas Tech), a two-decade astronomy columnist, a county judge, and a dedicated community volunteer infuses the narrative with scientific accuracy and a deep understanding of societal dynamics. My writing style is significantly influenced and inspired by the works of Larry Niven and Charles Sheffield. Growing up, I spent summers working and playing on my uncle's Wyoming ranch, experiences that have enriched my perspective and creativity. Since my early retirement, I enjoy travel and dabbling in writing.