Christine H.

Thank you so much for reading and sharing 🙏🙏🙏

Thank you so much for reading and sharing, means a lot to me 🙏🙏🙏

"Imagine my surprise when a young man shows up at the doorstep during Qingming Festival, saying he’s my older brother."

I love this gem by @csquareh.bsky.social 💙💙💙

Ten Years After Mom Left, and It’s Jazz Night at the Hideaway — Ghost Parachute Under the club’s high-top table scarred with strangers’ initials and circles—like wedding rings—Brent knocks a shoe against my foot, and I shift away. Miles Davis’s “So What” swings low and ripe from ...

"I slip out of the club into a fog of smokers...and wonder if Mom knew the only way to be free was to run, run, run and never look back." Held my breath as I read this story by @dawnwriter.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute

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What Kind of Country — Ghost Parachute They are eating pasta with too much parmesan. They are waiting for the news. Waiting to see which direction their country will angle next. Right or left. They don’t have much hope, but they still have...

"Forty, and where could they move? What other place would take them?" A fabulous and timely piece by @allisonfieldbell.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute

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Supernova — Ghost Parachute For Friday show and tell, Rita shares what she found in the gutter on the way to school. She walks head down and finds many things: single mittens, discarded fast food boxes and once a soggy five-doll...

"All Rita has to do is step out and follow the path of light to the waiting spaceship, happy as hell to live among them and not smell like a cigarette." by @sfreligh.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute

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say yes to distress — Ghost Parachute hey everybody’s doing it just let us shove this camera thingy down your throat don’t let your hands reach up to stop it to grab it to pull it back out don’t move your head don’t vomit and most of all ...

"...just let us shove this camera thingy down your throat don’t let your hands reach up to stop it..." a one-sentence gem by @lumchanmfa.bsky.social in Ghost Parachute, illustrated by the marvelous @amymarques.bsky.social

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Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Matt 🙏🥰

Tomb Sweeping Day — Ghost Parachute Ah Ma says, because I’m the only child, I have to live with her and care for her till her death. If I marry, my husband will also live with her and help file her taxes every year, and other chores too...

Read "Tomb Sweeping Day" written by @csquareh.bsky.social and illustrated by @amymarques.bsky.social.

"Ah Ma says, because I’m the only child, I have to live with her and care for her till her death."

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Thank you so much for the support, Brett 🙏🥰

A Tale of Fairies A Flash Fiction by Christine H. Chen

I'm thrilled to share "A Tale of Fairies", shortlisted in WestWord Folktales contest - Many thanks to Amanda Saint, and @megpokrass.bsky.social and @lorettec.bsky.social in whose ekphrastic workshop this was written:

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"...after Bass Rock we didn’t talk, we didn’t even make babies." Wow, what a great story by @quickasaflash.bsky.social in @retreatwest.bsky.social

Hey, glad to find you here! The FaceBook AI decided my posts were spam so restricted me from posting for a few days. Mikki says she had that happened to her for a day or so. Now I can post on FB but never know when their AI decides to control my posting again

Oh, i've been so sporadic on socials that I missed this! Thank you so kindly for reading and sharing, Matt ❤️🙏

Amazing new litmag with extremely cool editors just dropped @flightlit.bsky.social

Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Pat 🙏🙏

So good!!! 🥰

TRIPTYCH – Pescatarian Tribulations, The Scalar Comet About:Christine H. Chen was born in Hong Kong and grew up in Madagascar before settling in Boston where she worked as a research chemist

Thrilled to have a visual narrative "Triptych–Pescatarian Tribulations" in The Scalar Comet. Drawings in markers, gel pens, coloring pencils on discarded cardboard trays.

Huge thanks to EiC Akin Aguda! Check out this stellar magazine

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7_2 Amy Marques grew up between languages and places and learned, from an early age, the multiplicity of narratives. She is editor & artist for the Duets anthologies, contributor to the collective The...

On Raw Lit - Issue 7
Where Have You Been
by Amy Marques @amymarques.bsky.social
&
Portrait of a Sleepy Girl
by Oliver Kleyer @funnyfrogget.bsky.social
'When you look into her eyes,
they will tell you of the nights,
when she couldn’t close them,'
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Thanks @bendinggenres.bsky.social fiction editors @amymarques.bsky.social and David O'Connor. We have no less than 7 selected stories on the @wigleaf.bsky.social Top 50/ LongList annual series. Truly honored. wigleaf.com

Marvin Should Have Just Told His Girlfriend About His Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Just read this piece by @brettpribble.bsky.social in @bendinggenres.bsky.social and I am laughing and tearing up at the same time "That night he poured her words over in his head. Not the most traditional girl. Had he messed up? Was he generic? A normie?..."

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Two tiny, unique micros from @csquareh.bsky.social, new in July #fiction | www.doesithavepockets.com/fiction/chri... Art by @anchalastudio.bsky.social

Thank you so much for the support 🙏

You're very welcome!

Of course! ❤️

Thank you, hope you have a good day as well!
Sure, happy to help if I can

Sherri Alms — Does It Have Pockets The Night Before

"How she wishes now she had loved it more, uncrossed by sutures, undotted by small scars from laparoscopies, bones hidden under young flesh, not Halloween skeleton ribs jutting under gray skin." by Sherri Alms in @doesithavepockets.bsky.social

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"When he climbs into his bed on a Friday the boy knows what it is like to be happy" ❤️ by @mlmcguinness.bsky.social in @doesithavepockets.bsky.social

Rachel Weinhaus — Does It Have Pockets My Mother is a Peahen | Cicada Song | The Rock Collector

"Cicada Song" by @rachel-weinhaus.bsky.social in @doesithavepockets.bsky.social "He took it very hard, his father leaving, but he found solace in the slow transformation of his dirt-crusted possessions turning smooth and luminous in his hands."

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Brett Pribble — Does It Have Pockets The Anglerfish Hears Dolly Parton

Just read this lyrical piece by @brettpribble.bsky.social in @doesithavepockets.bsky.social
"In the bottom of the ocean, giant squids clutch sunken ships, and the skeletons of mermaids are sprinkled on ancient stones."

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