Jennifer Christiansen
Bio
Animal advocate, traveler, and bibliophile. Lover of all things dark and romantic.
Stories (66/0)
Beware. Witch lives here.
The young girl's room was enveloped in blackness. She lay in her narrow bed, her eyes wide open. Sleep would not come. A combination of fear and pain guaranteed that it would be a long night. Her eyes darted around the room, finally coming to rest on the thin white curtain covering her window. It blew in the light breeze, like a haunting spirit. Pale light from the nearby waterfront filtered through the translucent cloth, casting fluid shapes on the wall.
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Fiction
The Nose Knows
Which of the five senses is the most important to you? Is it your sense of taste, smell, touch, sight, or hearing? If you are like most people, you probably answered either sight or hearing. If you asked your dog, however, his choice would be the sense of smell.
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Petlife
Boos on Broadway: A Halloween Playlist
After more than a year of darkness due to the pandemic, the lights of Broadway are shining brightly once again. And I, for one, am ready for those curtains to part, transporting me and the audience on a shared journey. Live performances affect us in palpable ways, building empathy and nurturing compassion. Of course, they also take us to the darker sides of humanity. As soon as box offices opened, I planned a weekend to New York City. This month I’ll be attending Moulin Rouge and Six, in addition to two traveling Broadway shows, Waitress and Pretty Woman, in Washington DC before the end of year.
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Beat
Elevator Friends
“Elevator?” It was a running joke between me and my friend, Denise. It all started on a day in the early 1990s. After graduating high school (or, better yet, escaping a forced social experiment), college wasn’t yet on the horizon. I was finally free. And moreover, being outside of the high school arena, peers were more accepting of my quirky personality and unique look. Instead of being the weird redhead that boys would not dare discover, it was a time that other humans wanted to find out what lurked beneath my freckled skin.
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Humans
Lost and Found in Labyrinth
“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me!” Jim Henson
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Geeks
Heidi, a Heartbeat at my Feet
"My little dog—a heartbeat at my feet." Edith Wharton My first glance at Heidi on Petfinder A heartbeat at my feet. I’ve always been a lover of dogs, but my miniature schnauzer Heidi has touched my heart unlike any other. She has been at my feet and by my side for the past nine years and has had many “jobs,” the most important of which is bringing joy and love into my life.
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Petlife
The Stolen Kiss
Aimee spun the batteries in the Walkman, trying to get her Prince cassette to play. The dying batteries made the singer’s usual falsetto sounded deep, brooding, and strange. Slowly the song dissipated to nothing and Aimee realized Tara was talking to her.
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Fiction
Getting Back Up
Push your feet And glide across the ice Swish Skate! She was beautiful. With her white puffer jacket and pale pink angora sweater complimenting her lip gloss, my sister looked like she just stepped out of Teen magazine. I chugged along behind her on the ice, trying to keep up, but she was faster and more graceful. One long swan-like glide across the frozen pond was worth at least four of my short, choppy strides. But this was nothing new. I’d never been the one who could make movement look elegant and effortless. But Jessica had always tried to help. She taught me how to ride a bike after one harrowing experience where I almost ended up in the back of a trash truck caused our father to give up. After a brief interlude of ridicule from the neighborhood kids, she took it upon her herself to make sure I knew how to balance and brake on my yellow Schwinn. But that was years ago.
By Jennifer Christiansen3 years ago in Fiction