New Jersey born and bred. second year Rider University. Majoring in English and Writing. The goal is to be in Boston in 3 years, but we’ll see. I listen to a lot of music…. I don’t know how much that influences my writing, but It influences me so I suppose it would influence my writing as well. If I keep using the word influence so many times in one sentence, it might influence you to believe that I’m a little insane. Let me assure you however, I’m quite mad. There, I just saved you the trouble of reading any of my stories because that’s the theme of all of them. Your welcome.
Chris Hubbard is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Flash Fiction, On Youth, Remember When and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
This was the last time I saw you: / You wore your hair up like it was a special occasion. Diamonds hanging from the holes in your ears, that I never gave you, winked through the dim apartment. Yo…
I feel like you don’t love me anymore. / You’re with me here and there / Without really giving more / Than a fleeting care. Perfect memories of the way it was / Are all that keeps this, us, goi…
Something had taken over. Debbie Pincer felt the same way. Lester was sitting in his own urine.
You describe it like it’s an episode of behind the music: I was sitting in the woods, and suddenly nature just started to happen all around me, luckily the cameras were rolling—
Show me. She said “show me,” with an air of matter-of-factly significance that I couldn’t guess at just then. I play dumb with a “Show you what?” Then I flash a premed…
“You’re a writer? What do you write?” / “I don’t know….” I meant to continue with some guess at what it was exactly that I wrote but instead decided to leave it at that. They look…