Chris Hubbard
Profile
New Jersey born and bred. Third year Rider University. Majoring in English and Writing. 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 off. Let me assure you however, I’m quite mad. I try in my actual writing not to use so many cliche’s like that, so hopefully you’ll trust me and read something :D and if you already have, hopefully you like it and want to read more….. if you didn’t, then I don’t think you’d be reading my profile, so…. yeah!
Groups
Chris Hubbard is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Flash Fiction, On Youth, Remember When and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Writing
Summer Days
- As I was saying, I’ve come to the conclusion that I waste entirely too much time. / - That’s always been your problem Chris, you have something you don’t want to do and you just don’t do it.…
The Sewer Entrance Where the Buck Lay Dead
She said that “the difference between us, is that you’re an asshole.” It was no way for a seven-year-old to talk, but maybe that should be blamed on her brother, who spoke unlike a nine-year-ol…
Dead Fish
I am in love with the dead fish. / It’s glassy opal, lifeless eyes, it’s expressionless / White, choking face, mouth open, searching / For that bitter salt salvation. / Once twitching with flop, f…
The Gazebos Stand Alone
National Gazebo day / Already? Where does the time go? They don’t sell greeting cards for Gazebo day, / So I pick up a few “I’m sorry for your loss,” cards instead. / Grandma and Granddad …
Boy Meets Girl
He was Art Windfield, Master Storyteller. She was Sean Peabody, Cat enthusiast and chief care giver to Jake Peabody, her father. Boy meets girl stories can end one of two ways, either they get toget…
A Love Story Or At The Very Least Something.
I didn’t have anything against trannies, maybe I should help. On the other hand, I was wearing a new shirt, and I’d hate to ruin it.
