Shawn Christianson

“A Newfound Appreciation” by Shawn Christianson

Submitted to Contest #69

As a boy, I had always been fascinated with Christmas, the joyous holiday. It had intrigued me that a single day could bring such light to others' lives. I had loved Christmas and I had always found the winter snow to be so beautiful. However, as I watch it through the window of my office, there isn't a hint of happiness in my expression. Instead, a single tear slides down my cheek. A moment later, the sound of quick rapping at my office-door brings me back to reality. I clear my throat and hurriedly wipe my face with the back of my hand. "C...

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“As the Fear Creeps In” by Shawn Christianson

Submitted to Contest #67

I was extremely excited for it. It was the three-year anniversary for my girlfriend, Evelien , and I. The two of us hadn't been as close in the months leading up to it all. Looking back, I know now that it was something I would regret forever. The truth was, I had gotten a promotion at work. While this was indeed a good thing for our income, this money wasn't just handed to me. My work hours had increased more than double what they had been. As a result, all my time was spent in the office. However, Evelien had somehow convinced herself that...

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“Point of View” by Shawn Christianson

I sit there in silence, staring at the old teacher as she shuffles tests through her hands. I glance away and suddenly hear her voice. "Good Lord, these ignorant kids. Never have I ever seen such low test scores. Dearie me." Mrs. Porter's voice says. I turn around. "We aren't ignorant," I whisper spitefully. "What?" She asks, confused. "I said, we aren't ignorant." I repeat. "Child, I never said such a thing." Mrs. Porter says. I turn around, a "yeah right" look on my face.I sigh deeply and glance out the window. "I never did like him. He's ...

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“They Were Wrong” by Shawn Christianson

Submitted to Contest #47

I stare out the window and glance at the dark, gloomy sky. Dark clouds loom over the large city, almost covering the city in its entirety. I sigh deeply and glance back toward the teacher, who continues speaking. It sounds like indistinct murmuring from here. Always has. I chuckle to myself at the thought and return to staring at the clouds. A moment after my resumed watching of the sky, there's a loud crashing of thunder. A girl on the opposite side of the room lets out a brief shriek of surprise, and I sigh deeply. Ninth grade and she's s...

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“The Stranger: Only the Beginning” by Shawn Christianson

Submitted to Contest #37

Bustling down the busy city street, I bump into a tall man. "Sorry!" I call out. I turn to face him and I am met by a man with dark hair and soulless eyes. A flash or red and then nothing. He growls loudly and turns before stalking away. Confused, I stare for a moment. "Crap!" I shout, having been sidetracked. I quickly resume my quick pace down the sidewalk. I arrive at the tall office building ten minutes later. I walk into the building. Five minutes early for my interview. Good. I need to make the right first impression. "Ms. O'Hare?" a y...

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