Tag Archives: Chris J Fries

CHRIS J FRIES: No Imagination

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I imagine us together.

I imagine you committing. I picture us making plans.

But you just can’t see it.

Instead, you yell at me to get off your porch. Then you slam the door.

So I take my Acme Vacuum sales kit and leave, hoping your neighbour has more imagination.

Chris Fries is a still-developing writer, slowly working to hone his craft. He is an engineer by vocation, a guitarist by avocation, and a writer by compulsion. So far, his blog has been his primary outlet for his quasi-creative meanderings.

CHRIS J FRIES: I’m Alive

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I’ve lived over twelve thousand years.

Or I’ve never lived a day. It’s just a question of semantics.

The humans who built me called me a soulless monstrosity, but I’ve outlasted all of them.

Now, alone on an empty planet, I wait for…
…anything.

But still, I’m alive.

Or not.

Chris Fries is a still-developing writer, slowly working to hone his craft. He is an engineer by vocation, a guitarist by avocation, and a writer by compulsion. So far, his blog has been his primary outlet for his quasi-creative meanderings.

CHRIS J FRIES: The Sound of Forgetting

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I heard your old rocker creak, and for a moment I forgot.

It might have been a stray breeze, or maybe just the cat brushing against it, an old habit from all the years he rubbed contentedly against your legs.

But in my heart it was you, home once again.

Chris Fries is a still-developing writer, slowly working to hone his craft. He is an engineer by vocation, a guitarist by avocation, and a writer by compulsion. So far, his blog has been his primary outlet for his quasi-creative meanderings.

PIRATE WEEK – CHRIS J. FRIES: Arrrgh, Maybe I Should Join the Union

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Fanghorn Redbeard was exhausted.  It had been a long first week.

Fifty hours of pillaging, plundering, and marauding had been grueling, but finally it was payday.

He took his check from the clerk and winced: $157.08!?!?

He complained and was told, “Sorry: $3.14159265 per hour is the standard Pi-rate wage.”

Chris Fries is a still-developing writer, working to hone his chops.  He is an Engineer by vocation, a guitarist by avocation, and a writer by compulsion.  His writing blog is StratPlayerCJF.blogspot.com.

PIRATE WEEK – CHRIS J. FRIES: I Could Still Win, Ye Scurvy Wench!

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Waiting in line, Fangtooth Redbeard stretched and his hook accidentally poked the plump woman next to him.

“Arrgh, me wench,” he said, “I beseech ye pardon.”

She tightly gripped her Tupperware container and frowned.

“Sir,” she said, “I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place. This is a Pie Rating contest.”

Chris Fries is a still-developing writer, working to hone his chops.  He is an Engineer by vocation, a guitarist by avocation, and a writer by compulsion.  His writing blog is StratPlayerCJF.blogspot.com.

CHRIS J FRIES: Expectations

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Bill never expected to find love.

He never expected Susan at the coffee shop to greet him warmly, smile eagerly, and wink at him while she made his latte grande.

Bill never expected it, so he ignored her, took his latte, said goodbye, and went on with his lonely life.

Chris Fries is a new writer, working to hone his writing chops. He is an Engineer by vocation, a guitarist by avocation, and a writer by compulsion. His writing blog is StratPlayerCJF.blogspot.com.