Robin Christine Honigsberg
Bio
Sensitive eccentric with numerous mental illnesses who often describes personal experiences with mental illness to raise mental health awareness. Suicide attempt survivor. Writer of different topics, in various genres. Please have a read!đź’š
Stories (64/0)
Jurassic Writing - Finale
Serena spent the next two days weighing the pros and cons of going back in time 150 million years. Despite her con list being longer than her pro list, she had a visceral desire to see the magnificent animals. She had to go, regardless of how dangerous it might be.
By Robin Christine Honigsberg2 months ago in Futurism
A Criminal Affair
Special Agent Jordan O’Neill was vacationing for the first time in more than five years at a five-star resort in the Cook Islands. She wanted to be as far away as possible from the dreaded FBI department in Washington, where she worked. .
By Robin Christine Honigsberg2 months ago in Fiction
Jurassic Writing— Part Two
Dr. Andrew Lerner leaned back in his leather chair, running a hand through his blond hair. Dr. Serena Mulligan, a paleontologist, had found his writings from his travel back 150 million years. Now she wanted him to take her back to that time, willing to pay 25 million dollars for him to take her.
By Robin Christine Honigsberg2 months ago in Futurism
Rage And A Vase
--- The body lay facedown on the bohemian rug in the study. Blood from the fatal wound at the back of his head seeped onto the carpet. The weapon, a crystal vase from Tiffany's, lay shattered in the blood, reflecting rays of crimson in the early morning sunlight streaming through the bay window. His laptop was also on the floor, not far from his body, smashed into the hardwood - the monitor a web of cracks separated from the broken keyboard. His desk was spotless; there wasn't a sheet of paper or folder anywhere in sight.
By Robin Christine Honigsberg2 months ago in Fiction
Celebrity Status
She punched him in his left knee, his pants ripped and his skin torn away from her violently pushing him to the ground, trying to drag him to the car. He wasn’t a small guy, but she didn’t care how much physical damage she caused him as she pushed, prodded and dragged him to the car, his bad knee preventing him from getting away from her.
By Robin Christine Honigsberg2 months ago in Fiction
Rage And The Vase
--- The body lay facedown on the bohemian rug in the study. Blood from the fatal wound at the back of his head seeped onto the carpet. The weapon, a crystal vase from Tiffany's, lay shattered in the blood, reflecting rays of crimson in the early morning sunlight streaming through the bay window. His laptop was also on the floor, not far from his body, smashed into the hardwood - the monitor a web of cracks separated from the broken keyboard. His desk was spotless; there wasn't a sheet of paper or folder anywhere in sight.
By Robin Christine Honigsberg2 months ago in Fiction
The Affair
Holly poured herself a glass of white wine and prepared to sit down to eat when the doorbell rang. Her day had begun with driving Scott, her husband of fewer than two years, to the airport while still dark for him to catch an "Air Pacifica" red-eye flight to Chicago for a three-day business trip. Then she spent the morning working from home, solving one problem after another until her stomach reminded her it was mid-afternoon and she hadn’t yet eaten.
By Robin Christine Honigsberg2 months ago in Fiction
Revenge With A Cherry On Top
Michael Harris leaned back in his black leather chair, casually clipped the end of a cigar and lit it, offering one to his visitor, who took it and put it in the breast pocket of his brown tweed suit jacket to savor later. When the cigar smoked to his satisfaction, Michael looked at the visitor in his office with interest. “Well?”
By Robin Christine Honigsberg2 months ago in Fiction
Things Aren’t Always What They Seem
Ame stepped back and surveyed her work with a critical eye. She had built the hut as sturdily as possible years ago, using mathematical equations and the laws of physics to determine ideal angles for lashing together the skinny tree trunks as the walls. Ame copied the natives, using palm fronds and other large leaves tied together for the roof. But the little hut needed constant maintenance from the elemental effects.
By Robin Christine Honigsberg4 months ago in Fiction
Jurassic Writing— Part One
Dr. Serena Mulligan was hot, sweaty and dusty. She’d been excavating a dinosaur footprint fossil for over three hours, but it didn’t appear she had uncovered any more of the fossil. An experienced paleontologist, Serena knew excavating a fossil took time and patience.
By Robin Christine Honigsberg4 months ago in Futurism
