Charles Thompson
Bio
Late 30's, father of a 2 year old boy and a baby girl. Graphic Designer. Living in Ballarat, Australia.
Dostoyevsky is my biggest writing inspiration.
Stories (5/0)
Explosions in the Sky
In all of our lives, we reach a point where the ease of childhood gives way to a harder study; a time when we pierce holes through our beliefs and our steps become more uncertain. We cautiously manoeuvre from one point to the next and learn which rabbit holes are better left alone. We try to maintain a sense of what it all means, who we are, and how we can be of service to the world.
By Charles Thompson12 months ago in Humans
- Runner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge
Bunny's Guide to HappinessRunner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge
I've been informed ‘Bunny’ is the kind of nickname the English upper crust would give each other in the 20's. My Grandmother was born in 1919, and was well into her 80's when she adopted Bunny as a puppy. He was a black and white Maltese Shitzu, but not entirely what she had in mind. From the beginning, Grandma referred to him exclusively as 'she' or ‘her’. Bunny grew bigger than most of his breed but she insisted on having him groomed in a Pekingese style with a short fringe and hair grown well past his ears. She perhaps imagined some little gremlin, who hissed and spat from the sleeve of a Chinese empress - but Bunny was not that. Still, such was my grandmother's single-mindedness that she simply assumed Bunny would become what she wanted him to be. Bunny would urinate with a squat rather than a cocked leg. I'm aware that it's not all that unusual in male dogs, but my father and uncle still speculated he’d been trained by force to keep his leg down - most likely with a jab to the ribs with her walking stick. They found Bunny an endearing character and treated him with the sympathy of some estranged sibling who was enduring the same trials they had known as boys.
By Charles Thompson2 years ago in Families
The Last Nomad
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well, so they said. Is that right? Vacuum of space? It doesn’t sound right but I have no one to correct me and no one to ask. I can picture Sigourney Weaver's prodigious cheekbones but I can’t quite recall the film’s famous catchline.
By Charles Thompson2 years ago in Futurism
- Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge
The Golden HornRunner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Hugh was disquieted by the unexpected presence. He was himself a trespasser but had arrived with a certain sense of proprietary. He had spent years working in these woods and just as long dreaming of his return. It almost seemed as though the cabin existed somewhere between his internal and external worlds.
By Charles Thompson2 years ago in Horror