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Christine Hungerford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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Spring...At Last?!

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #86

Even when Peach pointed out the beautiful Sonoran Desert wildflowers proving springtime had come at last. Ever since the girls had struggled to get through the cold days and frigid nights, springtime—which had made even Escapist gasp with gladness at its sight—winter had cost them many sleepless nights and insufferable days of discomfort and quarrels. Winter had been a doozy—but springtime gave Peach hope. But she wanted Escapist to care, too—because she didn’t. She was like a flower...

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All For It

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #85

You are going to think I’m crazy, but I’m thinking to myself. In other words, if you were to read my mind, it’d go like this: My name is Knick-Knack. I live for Japan’s fresh, new scent of cherry blossoms and walks around Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden—ever since my missionary parents announced we were moving to Tokyo. But I can’t stand its lights, people, traffic and honking cars. It’s just so much. So much like my parents. Who pressure me to succeed. That’s why I glare at others when I walk down the crazy-busy...

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Breaking

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #84

Dear Journal, My mother cannot even look at me without snatch...

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Bargaining For Something Else

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #83

She marched into the hotel, pushing a cart. She was all primped and ready to enjoy her lavish, well-deserved vacation in the Bahamas with her friends before heading off with them to win a place at the modeling agency. As the doors slid open, Crystal Clear was a little surprised no one in the waiting room looked up in awe and wonder at a young woman with a wreath of fluffy mink fur, a pair of jewel outlined sunglasses and pencil-thin heels. “Excuse me!” Crystal removed her sunglasses, her waxed eyebrows raised. “...

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I Guess

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #76

“I can’t wait for Reed to take me to prom tonight! “Who, again?” “Reed. Remember? I repeated his name, like, a million times. You may not have been listening very well. Or completely absorbed in that travel magazine.” “I was…I was listening. Just not really familiar with the name ‘Reed’.” “He’s been my boyfriend for a while now!” “The guy you went out with last year. Is he datable?” “I celebrated my first year of high school prom with him!” “Answer the question. Why do you date...

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Alone, I'm

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #74

I’m upstairs in my attic, writing in a new journal I had received for my fourteenth birthday.I’m away from Casey’s crazy tenth birthday party— Crash! My dad’s firm tone reminded Casey she can’t jump off her bunk bed, no matter how many girls have done it before here, nor how many times she begs, pleads, whines and even bribes him.“The answer is no.”A door closed. A pound caused a yell and then a fake apology. My decade-and-a-half year old brother, Decade, and his two so-called tough guy fri...

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Never Enough

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #72

Jade sipped her coffee. As she talked to Carole about her fortune—over millions of dollars inherited from some unknown relative—Jade couldn’t help but keep repeating that she felt like it came out of nowhere. Carole just shrugged and shook his head, laughing. “Well, it would’ve been if I hadn’t known it was from a relative. Maybe I can find him on Ancestory.com. A rich guy in Europe or something!” Carole took another sip of his hot chocolate, and then looked at her closely. “Can you explain to me again why this is important?” “So I pu...

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Between the Two

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #71

The Female Baker hung her apron and chef’s hat on the hook besides the kitchen door and exited her counter. She grabbed her purse and keys from over by the kitchen door’s other side, sighing as she shuffled quickly to get to her car and then home. Walking out of her bakery, the Female Baker pretended the Male Baker’s shop wasn’t there, jerking away when she heard his door close, the bell’s charms ringing and footsteps’ descent causing his front porch steps to creak. They hadn’t spoken in a while. They hadn’t even seen each other than one tim...

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Forever.

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #70

The crackling fire popped in its square box of a fireplace behind the dreary stone hearth. Its flames reached upwards—like it desired to escape but tortuously knew its sparks were the only escapees. But why? It hadn’t done anything wrong. It was just a substance once lit and then snuffed out. Its smoke left to drift away to voice its epiphany. If it had any. “But there isn’t. For any of us.” The speaker would be a silhouette if the living room was a little darker. She lay on a scarlet cushione...

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Not Like You

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #69

He walked into his expectant family’s meeting in the crowded living room. “I won’t be knitting, sewing or crocheting sweater vests for the rest of my life. I will not be continuing a company like our family’s one.” His father scrunched his bushy eyebrows and started to say something, but he insisted. “I will not subject myself to such boredom. I’m more than that. I’m a leader. If anyone wants to object, know I won’t listen.” He swung around and proceeded to cross the hallway to his room. After shutting the door...

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Lazy Dayz

Christine Hungerford

He relaxed in his big red and yellow striped beach chair, tan hands resting behind his sunburned neck. He exhaled. Because it had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. He wished she was stretched out on her similar beach chair, laughing at his corny...

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Sufficient...Or Beaten

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #67

I, the narrator, am behind everyone else, watching the protagonist live her life. I am visiting this space marketplace, observing her. Alexia kicked her fruit stand’s wooden cabinet door shut and sighed heavily, forcing herself to stay patient with the still deciding customer standing amidst hordes of busy humans buying other aliens’ produce here at Spaceship’s planet and sun-neighboring marketplace. Tapping her unusually long, extremely tan fingers on the counter, she heaved another sigh and ran two of them through h...

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Following Me!

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #66

The eerie, moist, ancient-looking cave may hope to scare me even more with its intimidating, voluminous stalactites hanging torturously from its gaping mouth. Like someone forced them there as punishment for something hideous done or just because it was perceived as guilty for a nonexistent crime. So, water slid down, each echoing drop reminding the stalactite of this hellish inescapability. I shivered. I wanted someone, especially close, right with me. I went to this cave many times as a child to study the stalactites for Science class, bu...

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Trying to Get Her to Care

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #64

I walked up the rickety, creaky front porch stairs, each step a groaning sound reserved only for stairs so old they would have to actually make a sound for them to prove themselves rickety and creaky. Anyway, I grabbed the brass doorknob and turned it, it whining and squeaking. Any second now, I almost pulled my light blue bracelet hand away—it would probably come off its connection to the huge brown wooden door if I turned it any more. This house, so-called a Gothic manor house for historical purposes, was so intriguing and worth searching ...

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Red, Yellow and Blue--Not a Fall Color

Christine Hungerford

Submitted to Contest #63

We hurtled ourselves from the minivan to the groves of apples glistening in the bright sun. My younger sister, Rabbit, sprinted behind me as I beckoned her to hurry up. While she stopped just short of me, I saw a really juicy apple I thought would be great for the apple pie I was making tonight for one of our relative’s birthdays. I plucked it and held it down for Rabbit to examine. She looked at it and smiled up at me. &nbs...

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