Christine Goucher

“Biodegrade” by Christine Goucher

Day 200 Here she was alone again with her thoughts. Watching the wind chimes blowing in the wind outside her window. Sighing she blew her bangs off her face as she focused on the notebook in front of her. Absentmindedly she chewed on her thumbnail until it started bleeding. Trying to be inspired to write she stood up and started stretching as she Listened to the sounds of cellos and piano...

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“Ellie's Turbulent Love” by Christine Goucher

Submitted to Contest #65

The wind was howling. The hail was screaming. The gloom was mounting.  The darkness of this present world was starting to consume her. Burying her alive, Killing her inside, Suffocating her from the inside out. The hope that once resided from within her was slowly over time being destroyed. Twisting and Turning. Her insides burning. Her flesh decaying.  There was ...

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“Trick or Treat” by Christine Goucher

Submitted to Contest #65

It really shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Right? Trick or Treating was a tradition that was what every child wanted to do. A fun tradition! So, why was he so nervous? Sitting in front of his laptop trying to finish sorting through the last of his emails for work. He was starting to feel like he was going to throw up. His whole body was sweating but his hands were icy cold and clammy. Rubbing his hands together and blowi...

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“The Misguided Adventures of Ghostie Girl” by Christine Goucher

Submitted to Contest #65

Rail Road High School Two Weeks Before Halloween “Hey Phi, did you figure out what you are going to do for Halloween yet?” Emica asked.  “Probably spend some time with my family and then maybe watch some scary movies. How about you?” Phoenix asked as she continued etching a ghost figure into her desk.  “Aww...ok. I was going to see if you wanted to go to a Haunted House with me and Rachel? S...

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“Autumn Dreams” by Christine Goucher

Submitted to Contest #63

Someone was sitting in her chair. Sigh. She looked around trying not to get overwhelmed at now having to pick a different place to sit. She always sat there. It was this beaten up and torn vintage brown leather chair in the corner of the café with a window facing her favorite tree and near the bookshelf. Also it was perfect for people watching and she didn’t have to worry about anyone really disturbing her. Normally she ...

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