C. H. Richard
Bio
My passion is and has always been writing. I am particularly drawn to writing fiction that has relatable storylines which hopefully keep readers engaged
Stories (115/0)
- Top Story - April 2024
Rhapsody View Farm
Squeak! The screen door blew open. It then smashed shut with a gust from the Nor’easter. I caught sight my wife’s eyes roll, her head turned in disgust to remind me that it was another thing, I had procrastinated fixing in our forty-two years of marriage. I looked out the kitchen window to deflect.
By C. H. Richard3 months ago in Fiction
My Zombie Walk With Vocal For 2024
Every year at Halloween the city I now call home has the streets of downtown blocked off as a hundreds of half dead looking humans show up in to parade the streets. The Zombie walk is a big deal and a quite the spectacle for this midsize city. It is pretty cool to watch those involved dance to Micheal Jackson’s Thriller as they stroll past the library. I, myself have not become a dancing Zombie, but the image has been on my mind when I think about getting through the next year and all that I want to accomplish.
By C. H. Richard4 months ago in Writers
The Last Mystery Writer
Waiting was not something I was good at, but I had become accustomed to the endless game of watching the clock and hoping against hope. On this night I did not even anticipate that wish of accomplishment as the snow started to fall outside of the Violet’s Bookstore in downtown Bedford, New Hampshire. I looked over at my two kids who begrudgingly came with me. Avery, my fifteen-year-old daughter was on her phone, which was how I often saw her face in the last year since her mother got her that thing. Her pink hair looped over her face mask that she would take down every couple of minutes to post pictures of herself on social media. She had a textbook propped open on the table in front of her, so it looked like she was doing homework assigned over the holiday break.
By C. H. Richard5 months ago in Chapters
- Top Story - November 2023
Braided ChainTop Story - November 2023
Port of Seattle, WA, September 1912, Footsteps clamored on the wooden panels as I waited. The sun was setting over the harbor cascading orange and gold light across the faces of silhouettes who strolled the boardwalk. Local men and women dressed in their finest attire catching the last of the summer night air that now had a chill as wind gusts came in over the sea.
By C. H. Richard6 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2023
Whisbreatru In Salem Village, 1692
I begged him not to go. These examinations are based on deception, those girls are lying! I grabbed the saddle from his horse that he wrangled away from me. A stubborn old fool who was willing to delve into the preposterous belief that they would not turn on him. Then he, when accused, should turn on me. Here I have devoted my life to becoming a good wife to him and a woman of God. As such I could not condone lies. I have a mind and because I will speak, I am cast as wicked. I pray for these souls. I am a woman of the church that is why Giles married an old soul who could bare him nothing. He knew I read books. He knew I was more invested in truth, as it will bring our souls to the purity, we once all were. He knew yet he has joined the accusers.
By C. H. Richard6 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2023