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Christine Hungerford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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Liars and Thieves

Christine Hungerford

The silver fox trotted along, seeing his friends the Golden Fox, the Quartz Fox, the Marigold Fox, the Scarlet Fox, the Azure Fox and the Black Fox. The White Fox was there, but he was off playing with the Beige and Tan Foxes, best friends.             When the White Fox joined this group, the Black Fox trotted up to him, him slipping a paw around the shoulders of the White Fox. All looked at the silver fox; however, they weren’t listening. The silver fox walked from one sidewa...

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What Do I Do?

Christine Hungerford

The boy was outside on the sidewalk in his Nike running clothes, and his dog was on a leash. The leash was in his hand. He wanted to go to the candy store, but his mother said he had to pay for the candy this time. The boy didn’t want to spend his own money. It was too valuable. He looked back, but then walked over to his elementary school, telling his dog to stay here. “Sit.” The dog sat. The dog didn’t move. “I’m going over to play on the playground.” Then he stopped. “Or should I go get that candy?” He thought. Come on, Siamese. His in...

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What Happened?!

Christine Hungerford

The blond first grader dashed towards the playground. However, the rusty swings creaked creepily, the deflated tires sighed and groaned under the tear-filled children’s eyes and the slides tiredly jutted out from the mini tree houses like sore tongues. None of the children could play today. As the child hid his face into the stomach of an older student, tears leaking down his face, another child said they all play dodge ball in the gym. A joyful cry arose, and the children stampeded into the gymnasium. Yells of war towards the young kinderga...

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Too Much!

Christine Hungerford

The raccoon sniffled after setting his piece of cheese slowly onto the sidewalk lit by a street light. The crickets were chirping, but the raccoon knew those lightning bugs had gotten together. They would always whisper about the stupid way the raccoon always stuffed himself down in the garbage can. The only thing he called home.               The raccoon, sitting on top of the junk, sagged, his shoulders becoming a flat line of depression. The raccoon lost his little dimp...

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Flying--Forever

Christine Hungerford

The maiden had done this fighting for so long she doesn’t remember why the queen even hated her in the first place. She couldn’t even leave the premises without desire springing upon her like a lily opening up in full bloom. Well, that still clung to her like moss on the castle walls and garden rocks. The moss of desire. The desire to disappear into a land unlike anything like the castle she had known since little Jazzy Tracks took her first baby steps up those stairs only to be slapped by the queen and yelled at to get the scrubbing done. C...

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I Succeeded--In Two Different Places

Christine Hungerford

They were best friends.                                        The dragon would fly, and the snake slithered along on its back, but today, a heated debate was like an erupting volcano—Ashes spewed out the lava, but Hehe retorted, blinking away the smoke of indifference. “You left the baby dragon egg back in the nest and then slithered away, ignoring...

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You're Here!

Christine Hungerford

The girl and boy traversed through the foliage, the boy gazing in awe all around him.   The greenest leaves looked to the sky, their neighboring budding flowers all violet, indigo and cerise. Tree’s trunks reached boastfully tall, their brownish-red color making the boy question whether these trees were real or just grown in this world. Dragonflies and hummingbirds flittered about, the latter searching for those succulent honey-choked Big Time Happy Daylily.The tranquil atmosphere was enough to spread a warm smile on the boy's...

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Maybe

Christine Hungerford

The princess's gorgeous blood-red, angel-sleeved gown extended into a train. She had a crown of roses, all the petals plucked off and the stems twisted with the thorns sticking straight up and down. She was in all darkness, the cold, damp Medieval castle her only company. She didn’t mind. She was the princess of the kingdom. But she was lonely. Save for ordering the servants around, she needed someone in her life. Her mother, the good-natured queen of the land, reigned supreme with delicious generosity, always leaving the castle to aid the p...

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Baked In the Oven

Christine Hungerford

The gecko stood on the dust-covered desert rock, a small one. It smiled wide, stretched across its sapphire and black-speckled skin. She was working, when, suddenly, she got sent to go digging out in this desert—something she had been shocked to do, as she was the best archaeologist around. Grumbling, she soon got distracted. The gecko was odd-looking, but she didn’t think too much about it.                         &nb...

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Um...How?!

Christine Hungerford

The zany guy kept pointing towards his computer, striving to convince his best friend. Every time the guy threw out, “Come on, man! You got to believe me!” and “Please—a computer can have feelings, too!” the friend would shake his head, convinced he was crazy. As his friend muttered about his weirdness, the guy continued. “No, man!” He lunged at his friend, grabbing onto his arm. “You don’t understand! It’s—it’s a—”         “Freak of a machine.” The man’s eyes were halfway shut.  He left, his drea...

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Don't Trap Me--It's Not What It Looks Like!

Christine Hungerford

I went down into the basement—a creepy, empty gutter of a cold, void place exuding loneliness—to fix the light dangling, flickering, from the concrete ceiling.                                                  I looked away from the ugly ceiling to see shadows appear. They weren’t your typical shadows ...

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It's Not Friday

Christine Hungerford

The woman all clad in spidery webbed blackness marched down the hallway of dorm rooms and boringly white white walls. She stopped right at the one of the doors, which had a Fuchsia name in large foam letters hanging from her door. The impertinent knocking continued even as the other college woman opened the door. “You don’t need to knock so hard. I’m right there.” She jammed a thumb back towards her desk with her laptop open, its mouth as wide as her surprise now when the other woman strutted into her dorm room. “What’s all this stuff?” S...

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Why? You Have It All

Christine Hungerford

These characters are Howler Monkeys. People are also in it. Please know the Howler Monkeys are in South America, in the Amazon jungle. They’re sitting on thick branches, watching from a distance. The ‘movie theatre’ is a bamboo stage, complete with lights and animals managing it all. No humans were harmed in the making of this story.       Her husband turned to her, resituating himself in his chair so he could clearly see his wife from the seat over after a few minutes of silence reigned after she asked why the ...

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I Don't Know! You Won't

Christine Hungerford

Dear Future Self,      When you look back on your life, don’t you want to have lived it to the full? Life can be so much fun and joy when taken “for granted.” I think life has its challenges only when we’re focusing on those hard times. I’m not saying those challenges aren’t happening, as in challenges themselves don’t exist. Rather, I believe people focus too much on the fact that life needs to hurry up, that they’ll run out of time before they die to do what they’ve needed to do. You can’t unwind the clock of time...

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Don't Fault Me--It's Been Both of Us

Christine Hungerford

They looked at each other, she taking off her mask of glittering gold wings, and he looking over from his partner’s butterfly-decorated shoulder, he taking off his cerulean and black silk top hat. She, his new partner, touched his chocolate-brown skin, but he ignored it, studying her. Is it her? That girl in that basement, all alone, surrounded by the stench of abuse and slimy stickiness of indifference?     The woman in turquoise strived taking him back, waving her glittering turquoise fan in his face, but he pushed it away. ...

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