Crysta Coburn
Bio
Crysta K. Coburn has been writing award-winning stories her whole life. She is a journalist, fiction writer, blogger, poet, editor, podcast co-host, and one-time rock lyrics writer.
Stories (77/0)
The Reason I Love Podcasting is the Same Reason I Love Writing
When I was 16, I placed in my first writing contest, runner-up in the youth fiction category of a community contest cosponsored by the Kalamazoo and Portage libraries, Kalamazoo Gazette, and Barnes and Noble Booksellers. That story is actually sitting next to my desk right now. A teacher laminated it for me, and I later framed it to hang in my office space. There is a small picture of me that my parents provided and a custom illustration by a local artist. The story has nothing to do with food, but that is the section of the paper where it was included. (Prophetic?)
By Crysta Coburn2 years ago in Humans
Why I Don't Like the Pronoun Question
I have always had a contentious relationship with gender. When I was little, I was a boy. Every adult I encountered contradicted me, and I forgave them because I thought they were just confused by my long hair. Girls had long hair, and boy didn't. I thought that if I could just cut my hair short, they'd stop arguing with me. Adults wouldn't let me do it, though, because, they insisted, I didn't want to look like a boy. No, grown ups, that is exactly what I wanted. Obviously, or I wouldn't have requested it. I never had a very high opinion of adults when I was a child when they were clearly this thick in the head.
By Crysta Coburn2 years ago in Pride
The Prince Who Stopped Wishes
Once there was a kingdom ruled by a prince. This prince was wedded to a beautiful princess and all was joyous. The tall, handsome prince loved his wife very much and he often worried that she would tire of him and look elsewhere for love. He was certain that all her servants were women and everytime she went out, it was with female guards. Still he worried, as she looked favorably on these women friends. Also, he noticed a peculiarity in his wife that set his teeth grinding: she was wont to make wishes.
By Crysta Coburn2 years ago in Fiction
The End
The man walked slowly across the frozen land, his booted feet dragging in the snow. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to care what he did or where he went. It was a bleak day - perfect to accommodate his mood. The world had left him. All that remained for him was listless wanderings. He vaguely remembered a time when this was not so. He had been happy then. Happy when *they* had been alive. They had been there to share his happiness. Now there was only sorrow. He wondered, were they sharing in that too? It made him feel guilty to think about them.
By Crysta Coburn2 years ago in Fiction
Even More Steampunk Graphic Novels for Fans to Read
'Bitter Root' by David F. Walker, Chuck Brown, Sanford Greene, Rico Renzi, and Clayton Cowles Bitter Root follows members of the Sangeryes family who hunt monsters in Harlem in the 1920s. It also embodies one of my favorite things ever: diversity in steampunk. (See my Book Review: 'Everfair' by Nisi Shawl for more.)
By Crysta Coburn2 years ago in Geeks