Blue Heaven by Chris Green The man and the woman arrived at the resort late in the evening. They were the only ones aboard the transfer coach to be dropped off here; most of the others were headed further south to the beach-party resort. Having made something of a detour, it was with an air … Continue reading Blue Heaven
Author: Chris Green
Hi I’m Chris. I have written around 300 short stories, most of which you can view at chrisgreenstories.com. I am also a keen photographer and you can see examples of my work at chrisgreenphotographs.com
I live in Watchet, Somerset, United Kingdom.
I write short stories and like to choose unusual subjects and viewpoints that are a little off centre. I hope you enjoy these quirky tales of modern life.
Web address is chrisgreenstories.com
Please also take a look at a selection of my photos at
chrisgreenphotographs.com
All written and photographic content on these pages is copyright Chris Green 2014 to 2021: All rights reserved
Quicksand
Quicksand by Chris Green It is May 1967. I am fifteen years old. I am walking through Wellesley Park with my friends, Dezi, and Keith. I should be at school but I'm not. Dezi is two years older than me and should be at college but he's not, and Keith has tagged along. I'm not … Continue reading Quicksand
Happy TV
Happy TV by Chris Green The position on the Programme Development team at Happy TV, had not been widely advertised so I felt fortunate that I subscribed to Occult magazine, as it had been one of a very few that had carried the ad. What an opportunity, I thought, better by far than writing dull … Continue reading Happy TV
Burning Bright
Burning Bright by Chris Green You will be walking along Kipling Street bright and early, on your way to work at the packaging museum. For no accountable reason, you will be thinking about Alicia Keys, and one of her tunes will be running through your head when two young men in dark clothing will jump … Continue reading Burning Bright
Jimi Hendrix’s Kite
Jimi Hendrix's Kite by Chris Green It is seven o'clock on a Saturday morning and I am enjoying a leisurely bath before going to the car boot. This does not usually get going until about eight thirty at this time of year, so I have plenty of time. My bath is a large cast iron … Continue reading Jimi Hendrix’s Kite
Strings
STRINGS by Chris Green The goat is not supposed to be in the house. My daughter Jessica has let it in with the cats. Properly speaking, we only have one cat, a ginger tom called Thomas. But Jessica is of an age that she likes animals, her enthusiasm fuelled by a plethora of wildlife programmes … Continue reading Strings
Diamond White
Diamond White by Chris Green Every night Natalie would come back home from St. Saviour's Hospital, where she was an orthopaedic nurse, to find Shaun slumped in a chair in front of the television, watching darts. More often than not, Shaun's friends, Bernie, Mac and Tosser would be there too, shouting their crude encouragement to … Continue reading Diamond White
Norwegian Wood
Norwegian Wood by Chris Green Rubber Soul is one of my favourite Beatles albums. I am looking at the cover photo by Robert Freeman, which is one in a collection of Freeman's Beatles images that line the hallway at Florian and Rhonda's house in Hanover Hill. The Rubber Soul photos, taken in late 1965, capture … Continue reading Norwegian Wood
ThinkTank
ThinkTank by Chris Green I have an incoming call on my cassette recorder. Yes, I do mean my cassette recorder, a 1980 vintage Hitachi. A few months ago getting a call on anything but my phone would have phased me, but lately I am becoming used to technology around me behaving strangely. I live round … Continue reading ThinkTank
Beware of The …….
Beware of the … by Chris Green 'Isn't this the same CheapCall bill I received the day before yesterday?' I thought, as I went through the mail. And the same BestPower statement? The circular from PayLess Insurance looked more than a little familiar too. I dismissed any concerns as I did get a lot of … Continue reading Beware of The …….
Ceci n’est pas une pipe
Ceci n’est pas une pipe by Chris Green It seems a long time ago now that Passion and I arrived at Kemble station, in the Gloucestershire countryside. We had taken the Great Western train down from London and were planning to explore the Cotswolds. Passion and I have always been keen walkers and had been … Continue reading Ceci n’est pas une pipe
A Change is as Good as a Rest
A Change is as Good as a Rest by Chris Green 'I recommend you listen to two hours of Einaudi each evening,' said Dr Hopper. 'His soft piano music is perfect for quiet contemplation. You will notice a remarkable improvement in just a few days.' 'Two hours of Einaudi,' I repeated. I had explained to … Continue reading A Change is as Good as a Rest
La Bamba
La Bamba by Chris Green When Max turned out the light he assumed he would wake up in the morning, pull back the chintz curtains to let in a little light, notice that the birds were singing in the back garden, and apart from a small corner in front of the greenhouse where the turf … Continue reading La Bamba
CAT
CAT by Chris Green Ralph is at least nineteen years old. He is what's known as a mackerel tabby. My ex-partner's friend, Junko found him as a kitten at Catbrain Quarry and brought him round to the house. 'I've got a new cat for you,' Junko said. She knew our old cat had run away … Continue reading CAT
Cotswold Life
Cotswold Life by Chris Green I hadn't seen Ron for many years when he got in touch with me on Facebook. My name, Chance DeVille, was of course so unusual that if someone were trying to look me up I would not be hard to find. Not many people had taken the trouble to, so … Continue reading Cotswold Life
Selling Wales
Selling Wales by Chris Green Experimental justice, it is called. I am in a pilot area for the scheme. I have been granted bail but the terms surrounding my curfew are strict. I am effectively under house arrest and I am also tagged. It would be easy to go stir crazy when you are stuck … Continue reading Selling Wales
2015 – An Odd Space Essay
2015 – An Odd Space Essay by Chris Green I will be 119 next birthday. In my lifetime, I have seen the birth of the motor car, the aeroplane, radio and television, domestic power, antibiotics, the gramophone record and sliced bread. Let us not forget the vacuum cleaner, the ballpoint pen, the electric guitar, the … Continue reading 2015 – An Odd Space Essay
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