Christopher Cudworth's Writings
Dec.05.2012
Dearest Jacob,
I am still trying to comprehend all that has happened between us in the last day. Working together in Lab D of Biology 101 has been fabulous. But I do not know what to make of what happened during the surgery. And what came after.
The rat was still breathing when I cut the carotid artery, I know that. It is amazing that the poor rat could breathe...
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Short Story
Nov.03.2012
"You were right," Lisa told him. "Sex matters. If you say the word, I'll divorce him and marry you."
Eric considered her statement for a moment. They were seated on a limestone shelf overlooking a dark pool where a spring, cold and deep, pushed water slowly beneath their feet. He could see bright flecks of dust on the water's dark surface, floating past his...
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Article
Oct.28.2012
Face Painting
Short Story by Christopher Cudworth
The face-painting gig was important to Julie. She needed the money for one thing. Damned separation from her husband was costing her dearly. All those years of yelling by him, and she was the one to blame? Her friends and family refused to understand. He welcomed her home now to cook if she felt like...
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Article
Oct.18.2012
PHILANTHROPY
The Pine Hill long term care facility stood at the end of a long drive leading away from State Road 67. The facility had a well-earned reputation for taking care of seniors whose health was severely compromised. That is why Benson Scurlock had lived at Pine Hill for 10 long years.
He was 81 when his sister Jackie checked him into the facility. She...
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Short Story
Oct.12.2012
A Children's Nature Story by Christopher L. Cudworth
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Feather That Nest
It was spring in the woods. Birds of every kind were gathering materials to build their nests.A pair of robins sat together in a large green maple tree near a bubbling stream.
“It is time to build our nest,” Mrs. Robin said. “I will gather mud. You must gather...
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Short Story
Sep.24.2012
If only that garbage truck had come two minutes later. That would have saved her life. The BMW running the stop sign at Illinois and 2nd might have seen her stop and let her roll through the intersection. Then she would not have been killed. She would still be here with him.
It was a bitter three months between June when she was killed, and September. The...
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Short Story
Sep.12.2012
"How's the room looking?" the Shy One with the wry jokes asked, trying to peek around the corner as Mr. Blue walked in carrying a box of CDs and an arm full of posters.
"It's hard to say," said Mr. Blue, throwing his merchandise on a table in the Green Room. "It's too dark in there to see much. But I've gotta say it looks a little too White and a little too...
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Article
Aug.22.2012
An installment for a book in progress, Competition's Son by Christopher Cudworth
On the first day of employment with the Boy Scouts of America, my assignment was to run and win the 10K sponsored by the council. The morning broke hot and humid. Worst kind of weather in which to compete. The race pack broke up early, leaving a few desperate stragglers fighting for...
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Short Story
Aug.14.2012
First Gear
When Ellen Fiekarht and Eric Barnley sat next to each other to wait for the bus on the last day of freshman year, it was hot outside, with no shade, and they both just wanted to go home.
Ellen was resplendent in the sun though. Eric stole a glance at her slightly sunburned legs. The school field day had been held the day before, and everyone got...
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Poem
Jul.25.2012
Came home today to a Christmas tree dark and naked
in the living room, stripped of ornaments and lights.
We take it down on January 5th, plain and simple.
Unscrew the bolts that hold the trunk
and lift the tree from its murky stand
for its journey outside.
The season goes fast, if we can call it that,
sparkling by the minute but a blur...
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About Christopher
I've been an arm's-reach journalist my whole life, publishing in newspapers, magazines and now online. A short stint as editorial writer for a major newspaper proved I could do this "for real" and when I lost my byline by moving into marketing I...
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