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Christine Hungerford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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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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The dog who did

Christine Hungerford

So I was on my walk, and this tiny beige Chihuahua started yapping at me like I was going to invade its property. But I wasn't. I was just on a walk. But the Chihauhua be like, "Don't you know I live here?!" I said, watch out. It's a Chihuahua. And the dog just kept barking. It even followed me. I said, go away. It eventually stopped barking and trotted over to a front yard. I guess it was living there. Anyway, here I am. But let's say it went another way. The story I mean. So I'm walking, and the Chihuahua starts barking.  "What in the...

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Beanie's Beanies

Christine Hungerford

Beanie the dog with a beanie on. First half: what could’ve been. He could’ve wasted his time On the job. What job? You ask. Well, it was a job in which he could have wasted his time. Use your imagination. But Beanie didn’t want to waste his time. He just wanted to get the job done. So he did. He didn’t waste his time. No, not one minute. Beanie sewed and sewed those beanie hats. Yes, he pulled that sewing needle in and out, In and out. As soon as he was done, he grabbed the hat with his mouth and walked over to the pile of hats made for ki...

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survival

Christine Hungerford

The Weiner dog with the dark blue and black plaid Beret cap stopped his little journey from his trashcan of a home on the streets of New York City. When he stopped, he looked up at the glaring sign. It was neon blue. But it was night out. He sighed. “Maybe in another life.” Fame glared at him as he had walked past. He kept walking, and smelled the air. Tail wagged incessantly as he reared up and charged towards a man selling hot dogs on a cart. Barking, the Weiner leaped up and licked the air. “Whoa, hey there! I’ve seen you before.” The ma...

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Here I go

Christine Hungerford

The man sighed. He was really heavyset, overweight, because he was not only surrounded by fast-food restaurants, comfort food and snacks at home, but he never stopped to eat. Except at these places. Morning breakfast consisted of five slices of bacon, ten cinnamon rolls topped with icing and two bowls of Reese Pieces cereal. He slouched into his spot on the train station bench under the black metal shelter. It was beyond ugly, but it still shielded him from the sky-high glass ceiling of this train station. He felt so claustrophobic. He was i...

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Stupid Man

Christine Hungerford

The man had a broken ankle, leg and thigh. He didn’t know how he had broken all three parts of his body—especially in one place. But it’s been days since anyone has found him in this wilderness full of forest, deer, rabbit, foxes, squirrels, possums, quails and every other forest animal a person could possibly call game. He was a hunter. A man hunting game. Maybe a bear trap had caught him. Licked his ankle, then his shin and then his thigh. Maybe a fox had attacked. He winced, grunted, tried to move it, but cried out in utmost pain. Such w...

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Too Chickens

Christine Hungerford

He insisted. He really did.          But somehow, along the way to the airport, his car broke down. It wasn’t that bad. Only a car breaking down. Not an engine heating up and then blowing up. Or a car crash. Just a break down. But he told me his utmost desire is to be like all the other cool kids in the school. If only his stupid car didn’t break down, we’d be halfway there by now. The stupid car belonged to his father. He seemed fearful. I was scared. His father would be upset. My mother would be...

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A Couple of Things

Christine Hungerford

Pirate captains—husband and wife.   She thought she lost love, but found it again in her husband; no song will ever convince him she loves him like he does her.         Both sing to each other, she thinking song will make him happy; realizes it’s her love he needs.He loves her, no matter what.Here’s the backstory:She was betrayed by family for something else, neglecting her. But…She’s considering jumping the plank.Fortunately, her husband saves her.Husband grows tired of saving her ...

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Aye

Christine Hungerford

The pirate captain threw open the door to her captain’s quarters.       “Where’s that island?” The crew scrambled to get together, knocking into each other, name-calling, insulting each other and glaring at each other. The pirate captain called for the scroll. The pirate quartermaster ran up the stairs leading up to the deck right in front of the captain’s quarters and spun around, smiling with dimples. “Yer going to turn that smile upside down!” The smile faded into a frown. “The island!” The captain roared, l...

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I love

Christine Hungerford

Well, I’ve been trying to find my own way in life. I just don’t know what to do now that I’ve got this huge car lot full of broken-down, busted-up cars lined up in the parking lot of car graveyard. I mean, not really—they could get paid off for a lot of money. But, still, I’m the car woman. Grew up with them, watched my father auction them off, watched my mother buy them, watched my parents wave me goodbye as I drove away to school with my first car at sixteen and then fell in love with waving goodbye to old cars too dented and dying to be d...

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Fireworks, Except It's Not Fourth of July

Christine Hungerford

The woman rushed into the building—where the party was.           But no one paid her heed. “So sorry!” She rushed, waving arms about, but no one paid attention. She went over to a window—black from the inky night—and looked out the window. It had already started. “Fireworks!” She breathed, fogging up the mirror. She bit her lip. “But I wanted to see the white flowers—” Someone shushed her. She apologized mentally, and then re-watched. A red bowtie, a white shoe and then a blue Weeping Willow...

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Aika

Christine Hungerford

“My mother never loved me. My father passed away, but my mother needs to raise me as her own. It’s like I’m not even my mother’s daughter!”          The Japanese Chin, who was listening, sat. The pathway in the middle of the cherry blossoms—for it was spring in Japan—was semi-full of people walking, skating, riding bicycles and sitting in park benches. “What do you want me to do about it?” It cocked its black and white but not Border Collie head. “Don’t go back to China. It’s your native home, but...

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Eaten Alive

Christine Hungerford

One stood and one sat, but the standing character looked straight over at the little innocent child playing on the cold stone marble floor of the castle, her cold, grey eyes not even blinking; they were ponderous, once she had said the words, “Yes, I will wipe them out.”               They were prepared—a mother queen decked in all magenta, dark blue and tinges of scarlet red standing behind and a little off to the right of her own throne. But the one sitting on it wasn’t ...

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Didn't Like It Anymore

Christine Hungerford

Usually, I sit down in my sky-blue and white room (which makes me feel as though I’m in the sky writing on a cloud) and write in my diary— “Honey, dinner’s ready!” I— Oh, don’t say sorry to me.  *Chuckles* I have a lot of adventure to guide you on— “Honey!” What adventure?! You know, you’re talking to a dragon! Can you believe it? I attacked my diary with the emerald pen. Could you show me worlds beyond this boring one? Reality, I mean. “It’s midnight, honey! Go to sleep. You have school tomorrow—” I slapped my diary closed and crawle...

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Yeah No!

Christine Hungerford

“It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark.”  Why are you talking to yourself?        The little, adorable girl spun around. A tall woman, cloaked in a pitch-black cloak of satin with cobalt-blue edges that sparkled, stood behind her. She narrowed her eyes. I remember the days when I was standing out in the cold, waiting for the parents to come— The woman squinted. The parents? She asked. Aren’t they…? But the girl smacked her almost frost-bitten hands to her numb ears. “No—don’t rem...

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