C. N. C. Harris
Bio
Writer, artist, teacher. Thirties, hurties and surviving. Quirky lady. I don't have a niche, I love writing thrillers, romance, articles about mental health, poetry, whatever takes my fancy! Obsessed with taking photos of my dog/chinchilla.
Stories (51/0)
Silencing the Guilt
I stared at the heavy glass bottle and wondered how much force it would take to break my hand if I "accidentally" dropped it. Not a horrendous break, just a little crack on the back, or a couple of broken fingers. Enough to send me to the hospital, not enough to endanger my life. I shook my head and put it back in the fridge. Stupid idea. As I closed the door, I looked at it for a few minutes, wondering how hard I would have to hit my head to knock myself out, or give myself a mild concussion. Not hard enough to cause irreparable damage, just enough for a few days' rest.
By C. N. C. Harris2 years ago in Education
We'll be seeing you soon
Streaks of red splashed across the sky as Eve prepared for her first hunt since the eggs had hatched. Otis had brought them food the last three weeks, but now their owlets had grown their down and could keep themselves warm, she was ready to fly. She stood on the branch outside the hollow, listening for the tiny sounds that betrayed her prey, but was distracted by a clicking from her home. The owlets were hungry, climbing all over each other. She hooted softly, reassuring them that feeding time was near. A pang of doubt shot through her but she ruffled her feathers and shook her head. Of her five eggs, only these three had survived. They were strong now, their chirps loud, their wings growing. They would be fine.
By C. N. C. Harris2 years ago in Fiction
Person first, teacher second
Tuesday has always been my least favourite day of the week. You'd think it would be Monday, but you know Monday's not going to be great, and you can still reminisce about the lovely weekend you've just had. But not on Tuesday. On Tuesday, you've done a full day of work already, you're tired, you're not even halfway through the week, and any reminiscence is about the previous day, which, of course, was Monday.
By C. N. C. Harris2 years ago in Education
There's something under the boat
Friday 5th March 1993 22:30 I don't know why I agreed to this. I like camping as much as anyone, but my birthday is basically in the winter and I'm freezing. It was snowing last week for god's sake! And now here I am, wearing three jumpers and my waterproofs, freezing my tits off. I should have said no and told my friends to save the partying for next year. Eighteen is an age actually worth celebrating.
By C. N. C. Harris3 years ago in Fiction
The Pond Witch's Potion
Tales Retold: The Little Mermaid We begin with a warning: not all fairy tales have happy endings. Some are sad. Some are horrifying. Some are the very epitome of your worst nightmare, the one that leaves you trembling hours after you wake. This tale is no different. So if you came here looking for a delightful story about love triumphing over evil, I’m sorry to say you are lost.
By C. N. C. Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Saving Amelia
If I’d had any water left in my body, the heat would have left me a hot, sticky mess. But it felt like a lifetime since I’d emptied my canteen, so long since I’d quenched my thirst that there was no water left in my body. I thought about taking a sip from Amelia’s bottle; I’d been sure to fill hers to the top. I resisted though. I couldn’t risk anything else happening to her.
By C. N. C. Harris3 years ago in Fiction