ChristopherWrites
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Stories (37/0)
Dr. Strangelove
The first story I ever wrote was a story about a boy named Jason Parker. It was a handwritten work of fiction unlike anything I had done previously. Normally, my overly active twelve or so year old mind would've probably done something else. We were between video game consoles at the time, so I didn't have hours to kill upping my K/D ratio. This was before the dawn of kill streaks and attack dogs, and prior to the age of supply drops.
By ChristopherWrites14 days ago in Writers
It's Good To Have You Back
Daniel Craig gives a steller performance in his final outing on her majesty's secret service as Fleming's James Bond. While vacationing in Italy, Bond's world is turned upside down. Now years later, Bond must uncover the truth about the woman he loves as her secrets come back to haunt them.
By ChristopherWritesabout a month ago in Critique
It Belongs In A Museum
In his third, but not final outing as the titular Harry "Indiana" Jones, Harrison Ford returns as the whip-cracking, globe-trotting adventurer who must find the silver chalice. Directed by Steven Spielburg, it's every bit as fun as Raiders of the lost ark if not a bit long for its runtime.
By ChristopherWritesabout a month ago in Critique
Cowabunga Dude!
Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, and Michelangelo are back in a retro, blast-from-the-past claymation styled coming of age story. With the voice talents of Jackie chan, Seth Rogan, John Cena, and Ice Cube the turtles are out to stop a Superfly from taking over the city and wreaking havoc on human beings.
By ChristopherWritesabout a month ago in Critique
Yes, my Dad was
This is perhaps the most important piece I'll write today. So important, that I'd procrastinate until the last four hours to write the darn thing. But if I procrastinate, if I hesitated at all, it's because it was just THAT important. This is supposed to be an essay. You know that thing in college you write with a thesis, a paragraph, a body, and a conclusion? Somewhere along the way, I turned into a diary, and emotion seeped into the grammatical sinews.
By ChristopherWrites3 months ago in Confessions
Night of the Twelve Pirates
They raised a toast in celebration. “Let the meeting of the thirteen pirates commence. Blythe Alister, Everard Kendal, Archibald Yao, Lindsey Zelgius , Chevalier Le Port, Wendell Pinnock, Baron Colby, Elston Thorndike, yours truly, Sterling Thatcher, Stanton Prince, Ann Voss, and Linford Spalding.”
By ChristopherWrites3 months ago in Fiction
THREE LITTLE WORDS
"Leave it!" The second man said to the third as they scurried for the exit and squeezed into the back of the 76 Chevy like a circus clown. The third man climbed into the passenger seat, the driver floored the accelerator, and it roared to life, scorching the asphalt in its wake. It fishtailed into the intersection nearly sideswiping an oncoming car, and shot forward like a bat out of the underworld.
By ChristopherWrites4 months ago in Fiction
All In A Dame's Work
She is lithe, but don't let those long legs fool you pal. I've seen them wrap around bigger than you and not let go. I was on the hunt for a phoenix, indestructible, rising from the ashes before the flames died out. Eight identities in three states, and she was starting to make Houdini look like an amateur. The last name I had to go on was Owens. Dorothy Owens and she's a blonde now.
By ChristopherWrites4 months ago in Fiction
