Christina Blanchette
Bio
Hello! My day job is spent working as an engineer, I am a mom of 6, avid reader and part-time creator.
Stories (35/0)
The Importance of Communication
The bench overlooked the water, it was late enough at night that most of the pedestrians had gone home. I sat and watched the waves break against the wall as I tried to wipe my tears with my sleeve. The suffocating humidity of the day was finally lifted and I felt like I could breathe again.
By Christina Blanchette3 years ago in Fiction
The Mines of Obaeratus
The scanner was silent as the miner stood between its metal bars. The clerks watched the round device on the side, noting the miner’s name and designation in their paper log. He held his breath until, at last, the small green light was illuminated. The miner sagged as he exhaled and exited the scanner.
By Christina Blanchette3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Friendly
Iain’s bunk was three of eight, room 297 on the eighty-first deck of the great ship, The Patroller. There were four beds on each side of the room with enough space for two crewpersons to stand shoulder to shoulder between them. A sink and toilet occupied the far wall. The rooms were practical, not intended for privacy.
By Christina Blanchette3 years ago in Fiction
The Problem With the Marigolds
Quentin arrived just two minutes before the meeting was scheduled to start. He hated being that guy. He’d grown up with a mom who was always late for everything, the world revolved around her as she’d manifest herself into whatever ninth circle she was into. Quentin respected meeting start times. He prided himself on punctuality. He was mocked relentlessly for arriving at airports over two hours before his scheduled flight time. To him, it just felt like common sense.
By Christina Blanchette3 years ago in Fiction
The Pocket Guide to Practical Homesteading
I was madly in love for a short time, years before the war, The Pioneers and their Academies. He was the strangest, kindest and most interesting person I have ever met. For a fleeting moment, I thought I had found someone to build a life with, and then he disappeared.
By Christina Blanchette3 years ago in Fiction
How Not to Photograph a Squirrel
My family has fallen in love with a squirrel in our neighbourhood. Every sighting results in jumping out of chairs to get a closer look. His name is Nubbins, and he has no tail. This is the journal of my attempts to immortalize Nubbins through photography for the world to enjoy.
By Christina Blanchette3 years ago in Petlife
Vocal Keeps Me Writing
While I was looking through some of my memento boxes for old photos of my teenage self for the Teen Angst challenge, I came across a journal I’d written in February 2012. I was living in the city and battling some mental health issues at the time. Mostly, I didn’t feel like my life was going anywhere.
By Christina Blanchette3 years ago in Journal