E. Christian

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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“Excerpt from the Diary of Dr. Y. Smith” by E. Christian

Submitted to Contest #60

The first reports of a novel rabies virus came out of China in December. It was a handful of cases, all linked to a wet market in the north of the country, and the descriptions of the disease seemed farfetched and designed as clickbait: a mysterious wasting disease, a brain eating virus, uniform fatality. Skeptical, I chalked up the descriptions in the popular press to a combination of hysteria, xenophobia, and greed, and waited for the medical literature to set the record straight.    The first case series was publishe...

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“Shrodinger's ICU” by E. Christian

Submitted to Contest #49

Every second was an eternity, but ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. As Ella waited for the phone to ring, trying to decide what she would say when the moment came, she felt acutely how terrible it was to be caught, trapped, between the world of knowing and not knowing. The impending collision of these two worlds was imminent- the next ringing of the phone would be the warning shot- and not knowing exactly when that would be was its own type of torment. There was so much work to do: an admission note, an event note, a ...

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“Raining Cats and Dogs” by E. Christian

Submitted to Contest #47

The day starts like any other Friday. The alarm sounds way too early, you hit snooze two times too many, and find yourself cursing with vehemence your decision last night to watch just one more episode of Brooklyn 99. As you frantically shampoo your hair with one hand and attempt to shave your armpits with the other, soap suds descend into your eyes, and it takes two extra minutes, and many tears of pain, to clear your vision.  Once out of the shower, your realize that you forgot to condition your hair. This would not b...

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“Waiting for the Woodsman” by E. Christian

Submitted to Contest #42

Granny and I are waiting for the woodsman, and he is late. Often we wait like this, crushed together in the dark, her bony elbow dangerously close to my eye, my pointy knees digging into her back. The indignant chicken that made up the wolf’s lunch flaps and squawks incessantly, and nearly suffocates us with its feathers. They say that adversity brings people together, and in this moment we have never been closer.It’s odd how often we find ourselves in this situation. Every time I go to visit granny, we both get eaten, mu...

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“Tails from Ibbetson St.” by E. Christian

Submitted to Contest #41

When I was 22 years old and a new college graduate, broke and working a mindless job while I tried to figure out what it was that I was going to do with the rest of my life, I lived with three roommates in a falling-down triple-decker apartment building at the top of a hill and had adventures.  We moved in the week after college graduation and found that the previous tenants, all graduating law students, had left most of their furniture behind. We were pleasantly surprised; after four years of campus living, none of us had any furn...

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“A cat named Hellspawn” by E. Christian

Submitted to Contest #38

That door had not been there yesterday.  Well, she was fairly certain it hadn’t been there yesterday. She’d only moved to the apartment three days ago, and between the move and long hours at work she was sleep-deprived and had barely spent any time at home, but still- she was sure she would have noticed such an oddly placed door in the kitchen. Crammed into a corner next to the refrigerator, it was a reasonable place to put a pantry, except that it was on a wall shared with the adjoining apartment; there wouldn’t be enough roo...

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“ABC Noir” by E. Christian

Submitted to Contest #37

I heard the first rumor of the great purge from Skylar. “They’re taking them away,” he said, shaking his head as he stared deep into his bottle. “I heard they’re taking them all away next week.”  “They wouldn’t dare,” I breathed. A cold hand clutched at my chest. A life without Binky? It was too terrible to contemplate. Who would calm the tumultuous thoughts that clogged my brain before sleep? Offer me succor in the middle of a tantrum? Bring comfort when Big Mamma had abandoned me, as she did dai...

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