Christine Bialczak

“What dad left” by Christine Bialczak

Start your story with a character looking closely at something, or someone. They can't quite decide if what they're looking at is natural, or man-made. Dennis knew it would be hard losing his mother, he had always worried about the day she would die. How could he not? She had been sick with some illness or another since he could remember. Despite her ailments, she was always a good mother, caring, sensitive, and always available until now. Now, when he needed her the most, she was the only person he could never go to again. Hanging his hea...

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“Siberian Virus” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #212

A mysterious letter is delivered to your character's home. It's not addressed to them, but they can't resist peeking... Edith, where are you? Ben, I’m in my office. What’s going on? Well, I just went out to get the mail and there was a green envelope mixed in with our mail, but it was addressed to Blanch Newland, you know that lady that just moved in a few months ago, the one diagonal to us?  Just put it in her mailbox then. Well, it's just that the envelope wasn’t really sealed and I could kind of see some of the writing on the ...

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“The Desert Basement” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #204

The Desert Basement Veva walked around the house, needing the outhouse but too curious by the scraping sound she was hearing coming from the basement. When her grandpa had built the house he put the basement about 10 feet from the back of the house in case the rains came and flooded the dry earth, leading the basement to flood from the overflow of water. It was still underground but it was not used like her friends’ basements. They had canned goods and food for the harsh winters when no crops could be grown. Her basement had cells, cages she...

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“Winning Tickets: Willow's Dream” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #201

Write a story from the point of view of a “sasaeng” (an obsessive fan). Willow pushed the pencil along the paper, drawing over the line, over and over, not realizing that the paper was ripping and she was actually drawing a line on the table. She couldn’t think straight or see what was in front of her. All she knew was that she needed to see Vibe play this weekend or she would just die. She had been waiting for the radio announcement, had been sitting here for three hours refusing to even go to the bathroom for fear of missing the DJ say...

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“The Necklace” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #192

Matilda hadn’t told her sister that she lost the necklace. That was something she held onto all these years despite them being so close. It had been Granny’s necklace and they had both wanted it so badly but in the end Matilda was given the necklace while Jackie had taken the matching bracelet and ring. Both sisters had been happy with the gift Granny gave to them except Matilda’s happiness would be short lived.  20 years ago: “Matty, I told you it was fine,” said Jackie, holding her arm out to admire the shining bracelet and sparkling...

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“The Coroner” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #191

Detective Ashton Lewis and Officer Derek Plant stood in the hallway of the large home, the only connecting space from the kitchen to the master bedroom and ensuite. There was nothing out of place that suggested this was not a burglary, but obviously, there was some reason that someone came in and killed this man. DI Lewis knew that the minute he started looking into the victim’s background it would all come to light and the pieces would fall into place.  “Plant, I don’t see any sort of weapon or anything that could have been used to c...

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“Just Say It” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #190

Start a story that begins with a character saying “Speak now.”“Speak now! Say it!”She didn’t know what she was supposed to say. “Say what I want to hear!” he sneered. Marsha and Joe had come to the park to listen to the band that came on at dusk. It was a popular place with all the high school kids and a place where many small bands became bigger names. Tonight was one of Marsha’s favorite bands, The Jetliners. Before coming into the park Marsha and Joe had both cracked a beer in the car and raced to see who could chug it fast...

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“The Flight” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #189

Write a story inspired by this quote from Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy: “In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.” Susan knew that the time had come when she had to make a decision. Ever since her husband passed away after only one year of marriage she had been making one bad decision after another. Her sister told her she was “stupid and senseless”. Before Ron had died Susan would have come back to her sister with something quick to say but this time she had no...

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“The Shooter, The Teacher, and The Student” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #189

***I accidentally submitted this story under the incorrect theme. The theme I chose is as follows: Write a modern version of "The Tiger, the Brahmin, and the Jackal," in which someone suffers from their own good deeds and must turn to an unlikely source for help.The Shooter, The Teacher, and The StudentOnce upon a time, a Shooter wearing a mask to hide their gender was seen walking into the back door of a school. The school alarm hadn’t sounded at their entrance and the Shooter began to panic. Suddenly, a teacher ran out of her office t...

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“Jackson's Winning Night” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #188

***There are some derogatory terms used, however, they are not meant to insult or degrade any person or people*** Jackson walked into the banquet hall with his wife, hand in hand, so excited to be accepting an award for the work that he had put so many years into. When he first met Veva he had been a sophomore at Buick University studying architectural design. His dream had always been to design and build fascinating buildings that would become famous throughout the world. He hoped that one day people from other countries would seek him o...

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“Cat Shelter” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #187

Cat Shelter Hank: Bubbles, hey, can you hear me? Bubbles: Yeah, what do ya want? Hank: Well, did you hear da lady say that we are gettin some new inmates? Bubbles: Why you gotta say we’re inmates, like we live in a cage or somethin? Hank: Well, we do! What do ya got in that head a yours besides bubbles? Georgi: Hank, leave the poor kid alone! He aint done nothing to you so you should be compashnit for the poor kid.  Hank: Comp-what? Georgi you got about as many bubbles in your head as the little one does.  Darlene: Will the three...

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“The box with the” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #186

They held onto. Running so fast. Becca hadn’t known what would happen when. But then again Veva had told her not to. They ran silently, trying to avoid tripping over things in. Where would they? If only they had trusted their. It had started when. Veva had called Becca to tell. Becca loved this kind of stuff and was so excited to. Veva was the one who was always. She would stop in each one. Rummage through all the piles. Stay for hours, headache from dust, thin layer of dust on. But she didn’t mind because what was found. She could wash th...

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“Omnivore or herbivore” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #183

Veva stood at the counter.  “What would you like to try?” the store clerk asked.  “I really like chocolate,” Veva said. Inside she was already starting to cringe. Why did she say she liked chocolate? She didn’t like anything with chocolate, including cookies filled with chocolate icing. Her favorite flavor was vanilla, it always had been.  “Here you go,” the clerk said, handing Veva two large brown cookies with light brown frosting oozing out between them.  “Thank you,” Veva said and quickly walked out the door.  As ...

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“Back to School” by Christine Bialczak

Submitted to Contest #135

Start your story with someone stepping outside their comfort zone. Back to School Veva wasn’t sure she wanted to do this but she had made the commitment and that was one thing she wasn’t going to shy away from. It had been three years since the accident, plenty of time she thought, to get over her fears. Standing in front of the doors her stomach ached, her head throbbed, and she wanted to run away screaming; but none of that would help, she was an adult, a grownup, a professional. She could do this. Maybe. Veva sat on her bed lookin...

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