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Christine Hungerford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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What Happened?!

Christine Hungerford

“It’s so hot out here!” The woman smiled, and turned around. “But I at least got you.” The husband from far away tipped his cowboy hat. “Tha’s right!” “Well, it is the desert.” “And a town at that.” *Stares at the two lanky dorks that were cowhands* “You two can go shirtless. I can’t! As a woman, I have to wear these stupid cotton costumes!” “Costumes are for children in a play—” “Shut up!” *Hears something over yonder* “Bye, losers!” The woman wanders over behind the barn shed and sees a magnificent beautiful horse. Its gorgeous rose-...

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Long, Long Ago

Christine Hungerford

He rode a new horse. A horse that was fiery red. Yes, it was fiery red. Its flames upon its back Made it the nightmare of the night But it also made it seeable Because it was made of flames That didn’t hurt the master Who rode upon it. It lived in the Amazon Rainforest— But the master had yellow eyes Or evergreen eyes Or cerulean eyes Whenever he passed the gargantuan Foliage. Evergreen leaves as big as spiders’ Legs from one end to the next. The master was hurt Because he had another horse Who flickered with cyan-blue flames But this horse ...

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YES

Christine Hungerford

The man used to be part of the Wild, Wild West. He grew up this way, horses being ridden to carry their masters towards a worse part of town infested with murderers, thieves and other criminals who don't like the sun. The shade is more appropriate. The blood of victims is darkened by the shade; it doesn't glisten in the sun.No one knows why his wife and he moved down south to the Amazon rainforest. He didn't know himself. Maybe because his wife didn't like the desert. It didn't rain enough.So he moved with her, to make her happy. Plus, none ...

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Envious

Christine Hungerford

“I just don’t know whether I should take the real job or go in every other day for the half-lame job.” “They’re both jobs. Just take one.” “It’s not that easy!” “What do you mean?” A clatter of plates and then the screeching of plates— “What did I tell you about scratching our plates together?!” A sound of flesh hitting flesh, and a crash of a body hitting the ground. “You meant to do that, freak. Just to make me feel sorry.” “Bye!” In the next room…. “Did the ringleader hit her again?” “Yes.” “I’m out! I can’t take this ...

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So so

Christine Hungerford

They were both in the kitchen, and the brownies with chocolate chips were in the oven. One girl had streaks of red painted down her blond hair, while the other—a brunette—had pin-straight hair. She had no streaks. She was a beach babe. The other friend said, “Did he come?” “No.” The beach babe made a face. “Why?” “Just wondering.” “You look nervous.” The tight brows furrowed, the puckered lips and the tightening and loosening of hands into fists spoke for her. “Yeah,” the girl said, going over to her and covering them. “You’re nervous Bobby ...

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Title of Story

Christine Hungerford

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can do this.”The fourteen-year-old pressed her iPhone closer to her ear as her best friend, Marcus, said something about how she, though she had just moved two months ago, didn’t have to end their friendship.“I thought we were going to college together, and getting married, and raising children.”“I don’t know, Marc. I made new friends at my school, and there’s this really cute guy. He’s really funny, and good at soccer. We’re captains of the soccer team. I may have moved homes, but that doesn’t mean I necessarily ...

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Conversation

Christine Hungerford

Here we are at our high school friend's wedding Reception Where we conjure up images of our days As rambunctious rascals all hurtling down from The playground. Easy on the Eggs Is the goofy one Who brings winter food To the spring parties And spring food To the parties in the winter. Fall food are for the summer parties And summer food is for the fall. Whatever, he quips, But he presses on, Claiming he wasn't the only One who did this. We roll our eyes and ignore him But he still sneaks into our kitchens and Steals our cand...

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Bling Bling

Christine Hungerford

Write a story about lifelong best friends. The dog was a black and white dog but wasn't a Border Collie. He was a Japanese Chin. He had on some golden rings, like marriage rings, but he also had a best friend named Tinsel who was a white Pomeranian. She had the jewels on, too. But she wore sparkly magenta, hot pink, warm gray, pomegranate red and royal green colors for her leash, collar and dog bowls. They also had rhinestones as black as blackberries. Rhino was rich. But Tinsel was richer. Rhino got the bling, but Tinsel swore...

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Not an Obsessive

Christine Hungerford

Here I am. Hallasan National Park. Part of a group, but now going solo. I’m going solo because I choose using drums as instruments and music. Solely drums. Drums. Like an acapella. An acapella that never stops singing. An drumpella. If you will. Anyway, I’m In the forest, with forest animals as my audience. Animals nod along to music. My music. My drum music. What an Emotional take. The character is so far down the path of weirdness The animals don’t respond. They just bob their heads like they’re understanding. But they don’t understand. T...

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Oyster

Christine Hungerford

I understand he, a Korean man with thick black makeup, a pair of haughty evergreen eyes, shark teeth and satin black attire interrupted with slits of silver. But he wasn’t right to deceive me in that way. He would tell me that he wanted me to rule with him, but I disagreed. I turned away, but his melodic tunes haunted me. Literally. I went to sleep, but the song never left me. It was like causing red Siberian Tigers to crawl from their hiding places. Telling me to come back to him. But I wouldn’t. I would sit right here on the beach, with th...

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Fox in a Box

Christine Hungerford

I wish my friends were here. My eyes looked at the floor, ugly tiled blue, red and white. As if we were celebrating Fourth of July. But we weren’t. The show had ended, drinks having thrown up, the floor bleeding Fruit Punch and pink lemonade and pretzels, Ruffles potato chips and chocolate chip cookies all scattered like wood chips on a playground. The confetti, like moss, owned the stage’s blackness, it either little hills or spread like the snacks’ crumbs and bits of food. How concert goers could sing and eat at the same time is beyond me,...

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Like Always

Christine Hungerford

I lay there on the grass, my elbows on the soft dirt, my forearms parallel to the rest of my body and my ankles crossed out before me as if I were on a beach chair, enjoying the endlessly soothing crashing of the waves. I sucked in some of the warmth of the summer night around me, crickets chirping, lightning bugs lighting up the night a little at a time. The moon graced me with its presence and moreover with its light, shining down upon the grass, emblazing them in neon blue and white. I shivered, the darkness around me seeming to hold me....

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Marriage

Christine Hungerford

“Aw, dude! Give me back my notebook. It’s mine.” The teenager with the multicolored beanie hat and a tie-dye shirt lunged out of his seat, him running towards the back of the bus, where two other guys were playing ball with it and, in between turns, ripping the poor pages apart.“Ripley, sit down.”Ripley stared sadly at the shredded pages of the notebook paper that had all these words on it that now lay on the cold metal floor of the school bus. He turned away, responding politely to the school bus driver. P...

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The Students

Christine Hungerford

She breathed fire Onto one of the pages And it glowed red as lava And the student sitting behind the desk Gawked. Stared. Didn’t know how to say How’d you do that? Besides, he was only fourteen. Should’ve gawked a little less, but let’s just give him a little mercy. He’s only a kid. Anyway, the teacher blinked her almost black eyes and croaked to the students That they needed to get out their textbooks and turn to the same page as last time. They all did, papers rustling—a musical note to the teacher, who closed her eyes and smiled, Smiled ...

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Film

Christine Hungerford

The class was frozen. They were failing the course. The principal was going to expel them if they didn’t bring their grades up. The highest was a D-. “Do you think we’ll pass this class?” But the suffocating atmosphere was thick. Thick with the fear of failure. Of expulsion. Of being a middle school dropout. “Okay class! Pop quiz.” The class was still silent. “What’s the problem?” “You know!” raged one. “We’ll be expelled—” “That’s just the principal’s fiery wrath on us. We—” “What do you mean, ‘us’?” “I went t...

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