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Christine Hungerford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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How Do You Do It?!

Christine Hungerford

“Where I come from, a horse is the star of the show.”                “How’s that?” “Well,” the horse sat down and held out a hoof. “I was a star back in the day. It was all about the show biz, the lights and the glory. Oh,” the horse shook its head, its mane dancing in the cool wind back here at the barn—specifically, the horse stalls. “The glory! It was awesome—everyone taking pictures with me—and, I can’t forget my handler. She would throw her hands in the air as sh...

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Yeah—No. Not Anymore

Christine Hungerford

“She’s upon us.”      The family, who had been silently eating—upending a fiery awkwardness rising into the air—smashed said tension. It broke, and everyone sat there, staring at the fiery redhead. She nodded, the eight-year-old sure of this truth. “Are you okay?”     Tod the younger sibling, a year younger, looked at his sister out from his blue-rimmed glasses. Tod swallowed hard when his sister held out her hands wide, explaining how she had visited this place in a book. How, when she opened it, it r...

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Yawning

Christine Hungerford

The queen in scarlet and blood-red gown stepped slowly up to her throne, her husband away. Guards dressed in solid black stood under every torch lit in this castle. Standing perfectly still, the guards seemed frozen or painted or too stiff to move. Still, the queen ordered one of them to fetch a servant.  “Yes, Your Majesty!”             The queen sat, lounging actually against her throne. When the guard came back and stood again at his post below the torch, he announced that the ki...

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No Way!

Christine Hungerford

The servant girl held the turquoise serving tray, taking it to the table of a dark interior that might as well have been painted with black paint. The long windows in front of the kitchen table were like unblinking eyes, the sunlight making everything visible. But the serving girl hated to see the darkness all around her. Couldn’t they shed some light in this place? The candles had gone out a while ago, to Lisette’s surprise. Rile didn’t blow them out. And neither did the other servants. So it was a mystery. Placing the tray on the table, sh...

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Wierdos Are We

Christine Hungerford

Broccoli was hanging onto the door of the refrigerator, looking way over at his human mistress’s restaurant menu. She was sitting at her kitchen table with a guy none of the foods knew. He seemed nice, the stupidly ugly clothes adorned upon his body cutting him a cute character. Chuckling, the man poured a bottle Broccoli only could assume was wine into her glass.               Gulping, Broccoli quickly slipped back into the fridge, hugging himself. Cheese ran up to him. “...

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Gasp

Christine Hungerford

Everyone gasped, staring at him in disbelief, when By Sky shared that he was moving. They were all in a circle, playing telephone. Some people turned to each other, whispering fiercely and others asking By Sky whether he’d move close to school. Not very far, they said. Like, to another state or even country. “No.” By Sky shook his head, waving his hands in front of him. “No—that’s never going to happen. It’s down a little ways from the city of Charleston. We’ve decided I’m not going to school here anymore. I’m moving—school’s too far away. B...

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The Sea--I See It!

Christine Hungerford

The unicorn lived in a splendid palace, by the sea.        He would trot down to it, breathe in its saltiness, its crisp, new air. The unicorn smiled gratefully at the gorgeous orange, red and yellow sunset. What a view! But the magenta, navy blue, turquoise and sea blue sunrise was the unicorn’s bread and butter of this castle’s comfortable life.            He looked beyond the sea to see any land—the palace put a frown on his face and withdrew a sigh ...

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You Can--Go With Us

Christine Hungerford

“Here you go!” The cheerful creature held up a rotting bucket of water to the older person. “Uh…” The person leaned down, took a big sniff and almost gagged, tearing away from the putrid smell. “Is that…slop?” The person sighed. “Ya’s, what did we say about giving people slop?”           The creature shook its furry head indignantly. “It’s water! It’s what I get paid to do. It’s my job!” It yanked the bucket away, glaring at the person. “Why do you need to always make fun of what I’...

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Aye--Captain!

Christine Hungerford

The rag-wearing girl nodded her head voraciously when the pirate aboard her amazingly huge pirate ship told her she’d give her doubloons upon doubloons of pirate booty if she serve the pirate captain.       The pirate commanded the girl to git up ‘ere, ordering the girl to grab a bucket, mop and soap, and start swabbing the deck! The girl obeyed immediately, the pirate captain returned to her quarters, hopping into her hammock net. Swinging herself, the captain sang softly to herself. The door creaked open....

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Golden

Christine Hungerford

The cat walked, hunched, bony shoulders showing at she hung her head and crept quietly across the dusty street of the town. This animal is a person; however, she shapeshifts into a cat to protect herself from her abusive husband. Her husband can’t be around her. He was constantly using his fists against her arms and stomach, her body bruised. Power was his best friend, and he used it mightily. She suffered a massive deal, glad she didn’t have friends close by to witness such horrors. He was close to becoming the most feared man in all Egypt—...

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No...

Christine Hungerford

The creature tapped the book. “Because it says so. It’s the law!”      “What’s the law?” The other creature, his partner in thievery, asked incredulously. “I thought we went by our own morals—” “These are our morals!” The thief jammed the open book into the face of the other creature. It shook its head. “Besides, don’t you want to go by our ow—” “No!” The first thief came from behind the book, tapping at it. “Don’t you see? It’s—” The first creature squinted at the book, a light emerging from it. Then it widened its ...

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We Are This Way Because

Christine Hungerford

The man and the woman stood there—the man lighting his cigarette and then giving it to the woman to inhale and exhale the dark blue smoke into the crisp, clear air—one ankle crossed over the other from the woman, and both legs out and the butt on the tail of the car, the lower middle one. The woman was facing the man, smiling as if she were having a great time. The man was chuckling, his fingers shaking as he tried lighting another cigarette after the woman, laughing at what he was doing, dropped hers.Oh well. She smooshed it with her high h...

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stop, just

Christine Hungerford

"Jump across the highway!" The Greyhound looked annoyed at the Akita Inu who wouldn't stop jumping around him. The former growled at him and then walked away, sighing.  The Akita Inu looked at him. "Don't you want to go to the racetrack? Do you like it? Aren't you a grey? That's what greys did. I mean, isn't that what's going on? I mean, how's it done exactly? Please, please, let me know. Please!" "No!" The Akita Inu screamed with laughter. "Because you're so big and famous. Because you are!" "Because I want to race on the gravel roads....

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Why--Else?

Christine Hungerford

The brown-sugar and white Shetland Sheepdog looked over to the grass beyond the white picket fence bordering his master’s front yard.          Can I go? He looked over at his master, who was mowing the lawn. His huge puppy dog eyes, and high-pitched bark, halting the man from his chore. Sighing hard, the man killed the motor. “What have I told you, Greek Mythology? I’m going to mow the lawn, and then we’ll go to PetSmart. I’ll get you the famous biscuits you love, right?”   &nb...

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Fighting Doesn't Last Forever!

Christine Hungerford

“But, Mother!”   The obedient, usually kindhearted, loving daughter, dressed in soot-black and crimson-red down to the castle’s cold stone floor of her parents’ bedchambers with sparkling black with splashes of crimson bled into the fabric triangulating down to the end of her dress, paralleled beautifully with her parent’s crow-black sparkling dress extending gloatingly to the floor. Its ultramarine blue showing just at the tips of the dress made the princess ball her fists. “But you've said in the courtroom months ago with Fa...

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