Christopher Gibson

“The Millenia Race” by Christopher Gibson

Submitted to Contest #66

The participants took their positions at the starting line. Each one hoping that they had trained rigorously enough to stay well ahead of everyone else in the race. Hector breathed deeply, attempting to calm his nerves before the race began. He looked down either end of the line and analyzed what competition he was up against in this race. Most of the racers seemed to be average to mediocre, according to Hector’s judgeme...

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“The Graveyard ” by Christopher Gibson

Submitted to Contest #65

Ashley employed all of her persuasive reasoning techniques to convince Mike to spend the night at the graveyard with her.       “Please spend the night with me at the cemetery, Mike.”      “Why would I spend the night at the cemetery with you?”       “I want to see if the stories people tell around here are true.”      Visibly confused, Mike asked, “You mean to tell me that you think it’s even...

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“Red is a Strange Color ” by Christopher Gibson

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I was on the receiving end of a cruel ambush by the enemy insurgents. My squad and I had been sent into Armenia in early June to settle the conflict with Azerbaijan. We hadn’t seen much action until October. The leaves had transformed into brilliant, vibrant colors, but now they were burning like a box of matches. I was reading a book about a boy journeying to find ...

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“Forward Remembrance ” by Christopher Gibson

Submitted to Contest #62

I woke up this morning without any memories of my past. I first tried to remember what movie I watched before going to sleep. I couldn’t seem to remember what I watched or when I went to sleep. Now this didn’t alarm me, but when I couldn’t seem to recall anything from the past, this sent me into a panic. I tried with all my might to remember where I was born, my parents’ names or faces, if I had any siblings, and how I e...

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“Back to School” by Christopher Gibson

Submitted to Contest #61

“They were all a bunch of jerks; that’s why I don’t want to go.” George threw this remark at his wife, Hannah. Hannah rolled her eyes and responded, “Most kids are pretty mean in high school, George. That doesn’t mean that they’re mean ten years later. I think you should go to confront your fear of them.” George protested this idea, “They haven’t changed at all. They’re all still judgmental, and they’re just going to stay...

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“Race to Reno” by Christopher Gibson

“What a piece of junk.” Tommy shot this remark indignantly at Ben. “Complaining isn’t going to help us get this thing to work,” corrected Ben. “Remember when your dad bought you that blue dirt bike?” asked Tommy. “Yeah I remember it. I also remember when you sent it flying off the bridge into the river,” answered Ben. “Sorry about that, but it was awesome,” said Tommy. Ben agreed that it was an interesting sight to see h...

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“Welcome to Sloan” by Christopher Gibson

Submitted to Contest #59

The single post office sits across from Jackson’s grocery store. Reed’s diner is located about two blocks from the post office. A small movie theater can be found right in the middle of town. The rest of Sloan is comprised of houses, a few small shops, the town church and one school. On one particular evening John Reed, Alan Jackson, and Phil Landon decided to meet at Reed’s diner to discuss a pressing matter. “I don’t kn...

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