Carolyn F. Chryst
Bio
Has had an eclectic life — Waitress, Actress, Zoo Curator, Story Teller, Poet, Exhibit Designer, Writer, Farmer and Educator.
Stories (29/0)
Writing On Medium Pays Better Than Dividends, Vocal Not So Much-so far.
Comparing Vocal and Medium on payouts and culture-which is a better investment? I'm 10 months into writing on the Medium platform. It cost $50 dollars to "play" for the year. I've been with Vocal about 5 months. I choose the Vocal+ option of $9.99 a month, so I've paid about $50.00 so far.
By Carolyn F. Chryst2 years ago in Journal
She Never Said 'Let Them Eat Cake'
Episode 3 Shelia could not stop smiling. She had discovered and blown up the local Insane groups’ insanely large arsenal. By herself she destroyed all that potential for hurting people. She kept seeing in her mind all the weapons in that decrepit barn on Bedbug Road. Bedbug Road had surprisingly well manicured crushed stone for having mostly empty and abandoned lots on both sides.
By Carolyn F. Chryst3 years ago in Fiction
The Barn At Hell’s Gate
Episode 2: Encounter at the Old Barn Shelia realized her plan to take route 8 north to 20 east then on to Albany wasn’t going to work. She heard that the Insane had set up road blocks and were exacting tolls from anyone who couldn’t prove they were Insane. She turned left out of her drive and went to the house that had irritated her for the last 4 years with its ratty I-heart-the-waste-of-DNA flag flapping on the mailbox.
By Carolyn F. Chryst3 years ago in Fiction
Aruban Penne Pasta
I was fortunate enough to be sent to Aruba on a conservation-education trip back in the 1990s. Uncharacteristically, I did not do much “homework” on Aruba and was surprised by it’s desert feel. I was expecting tropical lush Isle. What I got was a lot of scrub brush and scrabble.
By Carolyn F. Chryst3 years ago in Feast
Day the After Began
At the Gate For Shelia in the After all but one thing had changed. People still wanted to find and be loved. People still wanted to make more people. Despite all evidence to the contrary, hope still shined bright against the rubble and shards of life left after the insurrection.
By Carolyn F. Chryst3 years ago in Fiction
Just Left of Amish: Xurban Farmer Goes to the Bank
Seriously? Gas Station/Bank/Coffee Shop to get a Mortgage “I can’t go banking looking like this,” said Farmer Jane to herself. She was in grubby work-the-fields sweats and black walnut stained long sleeved tee. She hadn’t bothered combing the dreadlock-like mess on her head. No, she couldn’t go banking looking such a hot mess, after all everyone knows, if you want to ask for money you have to look like money.
By Carolyn F. Chryst3 years ago in Confessions
What's Buggin' You?
Not all Bad Actors! BUGS! We hardly notice them unless they are bugging us! The word 'BUG' originally referred to a ghost or hobgoblin. Little mean spirited things. Today we call any small creepy crawly thing a bug. We hurl curses at them when they bite us. We spray, screen, and squash them. We try to electrocute them, trick them, and some folks even eat them - - chocolate-covered ants anyone?
By Carolyn F. Chryst3 years ago in Earth
The Down Maker Crawled Away!
Story #3: Fall 1957 We siblings came in sets of two. Two oldest are two years apart, then a four year gap. Two more arrive, though not twins they share the same age for two weeks. Then a three year gap followed by myself and the baby brother. There were six children altogether, five boys and a girl. We lived on an acre of land, surrounded by 94 acres of woods. Our house was very small by today’s standards. There were 3 bedrooms and one bath. The boys were all in one bed room stacked in bunk beds and a roll-away. My tiny room doubled as the guest room, or ubiquitous extra person in the house room. There was always an extra person in the house.
By Carolyn F. Chryst3 years ago in Fiction