tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60003857378079228382024-10-06T21:23:34.770-07:00Christopher Chapman CurryChristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-6717559547830651062011-08-01T19:41:00.001-07:002011-08-01T20:13:38.770-07:00NorwayHi, Dad. This is what I thought about when I heard of the murders in Norway. I see how things are now being shaped by many. Sonny Jim (the murderer) is a self-admitted non-Christian: he thinks Christians are mentally weak. I looked at his manifesto in order to understand why anyone would have done what he did. What he did, the murdering of innocent and defenseless children, had a serious impact Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-77921035574401189072011-07-29T22:19:00.000-07:002011-07-29T22:27:20.601-07:00Hi! Dad and I had such a wonderful time with our kith and kin that I have been forced to take it upon myself to share a dab! These are some songs that are (mostly) pretty happy, and reflect the happiness that I witnessed and enjoyed with the Guices and Calhouns et al. It was awesome! The vibe was real and loving. I will not talk about the food. No, I will not. Suffice it to say that you can take Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-92123287832871646552009-12-07T22:46:00.000-08:002009-12-07T22:49:32.712-08:00IntertwinedThe Golden is Everywhere. It is in the trees created by Him. In the Light created by Him. In the World created by Him.In the towering structures created by the Children He created.The rivers He made.The mountains and The Earth and the Stars.Space and Time.Our minds.Beautiful Gifts.His Children strive to honor Him.We love Him.We create.Like Our Father.The Perfect One.In His Image.From the Dust of Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-83760165846794172952009-12-07T22:34:00.000-08:002009-12-07T22:36:37.867-08:00Michael JacksonThere are many who are not kind.He was kind and good and told to the people of the world the wonder of Life available to them, what had been shown to him. He was given wonderful gifts for which he would be punished.Through his song, through his voice, he shared that which he had seen.He shared with the world the Love and the Vision that had been afforded to him by our Creator. If they would only Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-19909923605633260482009-12-07T22:30:00.000-08:002009-12-07T22:31:47.442-08:00IntertwinedThe Golden is Everywhere. It is in the trees created by Him. In the Light created by Him. In the World created by Him.In the towering structures created by the Children He created.The rivers He made.The mountains and The Earth and the Stars.Space and Time.Our minds.Beautiful Gifts.His Children strive to honor Him.We love Him.We create.Like Our Father.The Perfect One.In His Image.From the Dust of Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-76980257479451084922009-11-29T14:21:00.000-08:002009-11-29T14:24:08.673-08:00ScintillationHe saw the beauty of the world.He did not deserve to see it.But he had.He had seen. He had heard. It is blinding and deafening in its Beauty.It struck him down-not of a purpose-it was only shown to him. It is what it is.It is so Beautiful. Beyond Beautiful.The Lord whispers through trees and light.He is Everywhere.It is overwhelming. But he was glad to See.Even though it is painful.It is painful Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-4659484431457168632009-10-12T10:57:00.000-07:002009-10-12T11:02:06.492-07:00The Return of The DreckThe towering mountains glowed red. The white, the blue-green, the beige, the black, the brown were melting into an orange ochre that melded with the brilliant setting of the planet’s star such that it was not possible to see where celestial beauty ended and terrestrial agony and death began.The atmosphere crackled and snapped as the air began to change in its composition. The thousands of Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-74173355215788308532009-10-11T06:12:00.000-07:002009-10-11T06:14:32.137-07:00When He WalkedThey could not find Him. He should have been there, in that cave, where they had seen the Romans put Him, His body. The huge stone, the huge stone that they had put there had been moved, should have still been there. They had watched them put Him into that cave. They had watched them do it. They had watched them crucify Him. They had seen the agony that He had suffered as He walkedChristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-40118676756649579512009-10-10T06:54:00.000-07:002009-10-10T06:56:02.938-07:00The DiscIt was bright and it warmed him. He could not look at it.It was far too bright.It would have destroyed his ability to see the beauty that it had created, made possible, long before he had arrived. But he had come from it, so he loved it-the warmth that it gave to him; the beauty it showed to him; the goldening and the emeralding and the diamonding and the sparkling movement of the wonderful treesChristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-32637419271056127542009-10-07T17:12:00.000-07:002009-10-07T17:16:30.061-07:00The LetterDad, Kayla, I want you to understand. This has nothing to do with anything that you have ever said or done: you’ve done nothing but give me love and kindness. I love you so much. I’m so sorry. You have both been there for me when I had nothing, bereft of everything. I owe you the explanation. Dad, I didn’t tell you how bad the drugs that they gave me made me feel. I’m sorry. I feel like I snowed Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-39518124608529534272009-10-01T23:22:00.000-07:002009-10-01T23:32:49.764-07:00Children on An AltarThe revolting stench of petrol and burnt flesh that hung in the hot, dry, still air should have turned his stomach. But it didn’t. Not anymore.He was glad to be away from what had been a walled family compound, if only for the few minutes it would take to complete the radio-check, give a status report, and await any news or orders from Command. Now unconsciously ever-vigilant, Chad was “relaxed” Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-44667281731366694012009-05-29T00:31:00.000-07:002009-05-29T00:33:03.048-07:00THE SLEEPING GIANT, And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took wives of all which they chose.There were giants in the earth in those days; when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-400347063557401122009-05-28T23:47:00.000-07:002009-05-28T23:49:01.147-07:00BAD LAND, He looked at his friend and rolled his eyes. “Man, so you just gonna sit up in here, chow down, smack ya’ thin lips, and aint even goin to try to offer me some? Are you crazy? Gimme me some of that pizza, Motherfucker.” “Fuck you, Nigger. I aint given you shit.” He gave his friend a bite of the slice. It was hot. But it was always hot. It was always hot in the desert-except at night. Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-37568399232116108352009-05-28T23:44:00.000-07:002009-05-29T00:25:44.033-07:00COMPASSION,The delicate creature found it difficult to evade the pain and crushing pressure of the loss of all of her kin, all of her folk. Everyone. Her mother, her father, her sister, her darling, tiny little baby brothers. Everyone, each and every one of them, everyone, everything that she had ever loved, everything for which she had ever cared for was gone. Irretrievably gone. Forever. This Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-14889352395312973282009-05-28T23:34:00.000-07:002009-05-28T23:41:07.678-07:00BRIGHTNESS IN DARKNESS, He was exasperated, and the heat didn’t help. He needed the required information from the object chained to the chair in his tidy little office/bedroom. There was a reluctance to cooperate. He had promised the Big Six. He stood and stepped outside of the room. He told the eager young man that he needed it to speak, ASAP-15 minutes, tops. But leave the eyes, throat, tongue,Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-46890091577366288282009-05-28T23:31:00.000-07:002009-05-28T23:34:20.292-07:00EMILY JANE AND I IN THE LAND OF LIGHT The Bright Light shined. It cascaded over us, through us. Em rested in my arms. She opened her golden eyes and smiled at me. “I love thee, my Chatsworth.” My middle name. It reminds her of her original home. “I love you, Em.” I don’t know how I could have loved her more. Her right brow arched. “The Little One, he awaketh soon.” I pushed my mouth to hers and Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-59175731640963318382009-05-28T23:29:00.000-07:002009-05-28T23:31:42.724-07:00THE GREEN DEAD GIRL, Why eateth your Master with Publicans and sinners? But when Jesus heard that, he said unto them, They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick. But go ye and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice: for I am not come to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance. Matthew 9: 11, 12, 13She comes to me all the time. When I’m sad Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-71546220908157904042009-05-28T23:26:00.000-07:002009-05-28T23:28:23.338-07:00THE LETTER Dad, Kayla, I want you to understand. This has nothing to do with anything that you have ever said or done: you’ve done nothing but give me love and kindness. I love you so much. I’m so sorry. You have both been there for me when I had nothing, bereft of everything. I owe you the explanation. Dad, I didn’t tell you how bad the drugs that they gave me made me feel. I’m sorry. I feel Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-38741562806371037672009-05-28T23:24:00.000-07:002009-05-28T23:26:07.993-07:00DREAM BOY I found a place, a good place. It was filled with very tall trees and covered with cool green grass. There were sharp stones, though, before I could get there. They hurt my feet. The night was warm and quiet. I sat next to the small pond and regarded the ocean of stars arranged before my eyes. I ran my fingers through the fragrant grass.I mourned The Kind One.I had seen the sun come Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-74816957246133525992009-05-28T23:21:00.001-07:002009-05-28T23:22:20.038-07:00THE HATED PAIN We flew through the dark forest. For a small bit of time I knew Happiness. She clutched herself around me. We rushed towards the fjord, towards the ship, but I suddenly knew that what we had wished for would not come to pass.The people, the knights of her father, would not let this happen.There were so many of them: bronzed and golden in their armor, without fear, their weapons Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-57738511286857889882009-05-28T23:16:00.000-07:002009-05-28T23:19:25.998-07:00THE PARK After kindergarten, The Kind One would take me to the park. I loved the park: I could run and play, get on the merry-go-round, climb the monkey-bars, play with all of the others. It was wonderful. There were so many there with whom I could have fun. I loved Mummy for taking me there every day. I was happy. Amy and I were playing. She wanted me to push her on the swing, to get her Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-90790324218156359532009-05-28T23:12:00.000-07:002009-05-28T23:14:58.987-07:00THE DISASTER I do not know if it is selfish of me to be in so much pain because of her loss because of what she was to me. I did love her so dearly, for so many reasons. She gave me good things to eat when I was small. She protected me from dogs that wanted to hurt me when I was too small to protect myself. She sang songs to me when it was thundering and lightening at night. She would have died Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-11159433414138061752009-05-28T20:54:00.000-07:002009-05-28T21:03:06.320-07:00Hi! I've decided to go ahead and add some stories here. These are fairly representative of the things I concern myself with through different genres such as war, paranormal, and fantasy. Some are about loss and isolation; others about tragic mistakes and their consequences. These are stories about our perceptions of our relationships to God, ourselves, each other, and how these Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000385737807922838.post-78171642450496730422009-01-18T22:08:00.000-08:002009-01-19T00:43:51.029-08:00Hi!Hi! Seeing how this all works. Really excited!Christopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707336873124813822noreply@blogger.com1