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)
- Top Story - March 2021
The FaceTop Story - March 2021
When I walk through my front door at 9:42pm, I don’t stop to take my coat off. I don’t put my keys in the bowl or throw my bag on the floor. I don’t even shout a hello to Dylan. I go straight to the bathroom, turn on the shower, crank up the temperature as high as I can bear it and jump in. I stand under the gushing water, grateful for the power behind it as it washes the horror that was this evening off my body. My skin is still crawling twenty minutes later.
By C. N. C. Harris3 years ago in Humans
Comfort Shows: An Amateur's Guide
I'll start this with a confession: I rarely watch new shows. As a sufferer of anxiety and depression, I rarely can or want to get stuck into something new, often using TV as background noise for writing, or scrolling through social media (confession #2: it's almost always the latter). As I type this, the TV is blaring out season 9 episode 20 of The Big Bang Theory. Have I watched this show umpteen times? Yes. Am I paying much attention to what's going on? No. Am I going to keep it on anyway? Hell yes.
By C. N. C. Harris3 years ago in Geeks
Perception
I was sitting at my usual table when she approached. A beautiful woman with flawless dark skin stood opposite me, her black braids pulled back off her face. She clutched a small notebook in her hands and her walnut-brown eyes were anxious. I eyed her quizzically as she perched on an empty chair.
By C. N. C. Harris3 years ago in Humans