C. H. Richard
Bio
My passion is and has always been writing. I am particularly drawn to writing fiction that has relatable storylines which hopefully keep readers engaged
Stories (109/0)
- Top Story - November 2023
Braided ChainTop Story - November 2023
Port of Seattle, WA, September 1912, Footsteps clamored on the wooden panels as I waited. The sun was setting over the harbor cascading orange and gold light across the faces of silhouettes who strolled the boardwalk. Local men and women dressed in their finest attire catching the last of the summer night air that now had a chill as wind gusts came in over the sea.
By C. H. Richard10 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2023
Whisbreatru In Salem Village, 1692
I begged him not to go. These examinations are based on deception, those girls are lying! I grabbed the saddle from his horse that he wrangled away from me. A stubborn old fool who was willing to delve into the preposterous belief that they would not turn on him. Then he, when accused, should turn on me. Here I have devoted my life to becoming a good wife to him and a woman of God. As such I could not condone lies. I have a mind and because I will speak, I am cast as wicked. I pray for these souls. I am a woman of the church that is why Giles married an old soul who could bare him nothing. He knew I read books. He knew I was more invested in truth, as it will bring our souls to the purity we once all were. He knew yet he has joined the accusers.
By C. H. Richard29 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2023
The Brother Who Kept
Lee, New Hampshire 1982 I sat in silence starring at the open field as my old man drove the Ford F-150 along the main highway. I felt his words before he even started talking as he flicked a cigarette out the driver’s window. He had just dropped off my mother for an Adult Ed word processing class at my high school she was taking to improve the accounting on our farm. Dad signed me out of class early so I could help restock the feed for the cows. I knew though there was another reason. I felt this conversation was in plans since the day I was born and having just passed my fifteenth birthday the idea of what was coming was in the air.
By C. H. Richard3 months ago in Chapters
- Top Story - August 2023
- Top Story - August 2023
Captain PebblesTop Story - August 2023
I wait, I watch, I listen. Yes, I wait, I watch, I listen for my two shipmates, Pete, and Cindy. I am on high alert for any noise that resembles a key jiggle. I am after all the captain of the ship. This ship that sails on dry land around town. I will usually have my head out in the open-air checking and sniffing all points as we get to our destination. Sometimes I am watching for other captains. Sometimes I am trying to get away from the music that my shipmates play, “For God Sakes Cindy! There is music after 1989!”
By C. H. Richard4 months ago in Fiction
