One’s Dream

One’s Dream

The chance does arise

New to everyone’s surprise

Taking a chance with unknown ends

Sharing it with all friends

Not afraid to put oneself out there

With what you love and share

Scary thought it may seem

To share one’s dream

© Chris Chonos

Always trying new things

I am always looking for new things and have started a blog that is set up to highlight all the area of the state of Wisconsin I am from…the Fox Cities. This area has a great music tradition with the Mile of Music in Appleton and all the live music venues in the are it only seemed natural to try and help promote these artists from an area that is really made up of small communities.

I am delving into the podcast world and using some of my writing skills to work towards creating newsletters or possibly just a small digital magazine that just features a few of the artists as well as the great music scene. If you are interested in some of the music from my little corner of the world you can check it out on…it is a work in progress and is just in the infancy stage but it will get there and hopefully I can make it a great site for all the area has to offer.

Facing Fears (Flash Fiction)

Facing Fears

​tanding on the edge of the canyon, hesitant to stop to close to the ledge, Jeffrey stared. He had an almost debilitating fear of heights, but was determined today he would face the fear head on. He looked back at Jack, an experienced climber and great friend with the look of fear. 

‘​You can do this buddy’, Jack said reassuringly. ‘I sure hope so’ he said, his voice trembling.

J​ack pounded the support into the rock and looped the rope around a nearby tree, checking over the d-ring and tugging on the rope he knew that everything was ready for jeffrey’s descent. 

T​aking the rope and looping it through Jeffrey’s harness Jack smiled and said ‘I’m proud of your buddy, this is a big step to face your fears’. Jeffrey knew that Jack was experienced in climbing and repelling, so he knew he was in good hands.

H​e told him time to make the leap, not jump, but Jeffrey knew what he meant. Stepping back towards the ledge, and grasping the rope with all the might he had he started to step back over the ledge. Approaching the ledge his thoughts went back to the training during wall climbing, and all the techniques Jack had trained on repelling; the hand over hand approach and putting tension on the rope, he knew he had to have confidence in himself.

T​he first step he heard rocks start to break apart and fall down the cliff, but he did not waiver; he didn’t want to show fear. Hand over hand he made his way, all the while making sure he leaned back putting pressure against the cliff. 

T​his was the scariest thing Jeff had ever attempted, and at the half-way point he decided to take in the view, so he looked to the left and then to the right. The scenery was beautiful and awe-inspiring, and all his trepidation and fear melted away. He hoped his helmet camera captured the scenery in all its magnificent beauty. He never imagined that conquering his phobia of heights would offer such a view.

H​e continued his descent focusing on his task, and making sure to do as Jack had instructed him to reach the bottom. The ground was in view, and he felt a sense of pride when he heard his wife yell, ‘almost there’. She had supported him throughout his training; and told him she was proud of him.

S​tepping on firm ground she ran to him and gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, ‘I’m proud of you babe’. 

H​e stood looking up where he started, he knew conquering his fear a first step to conquering more goals in his life.

A Night Out in the Cold

Went out for a little bit in the chilly night to experience the new ice skating rink in town. A little hot cider for me and mocha for my wife. it was fun, maybe next time a little ice skating.

Our town’s Christmas tree
The new ice skating rink
The big fire place

A Home (Flash Fiction)

A Home

T​he tree fell with a thunderous roar upon the forest floor, throwing foliage and branches in erroneous directions; this was the first of many trees Jeff was going to tumble to build his first log cabin. He had lived in one as a child, but to build it with his own hands was going to be momentous challenge.

T​he floor plans he received from the architecture firm were filled with dimensions, symbols and notes he first didn’t understand, but with some perseverance and hours of studying at a local community college he now understood the meaning of what seemed like a foreign language before.

‘​Yes!, one down and a lot more to go’, Jack proudly said to himself.

J​ack climbed in the cab of the log hauler, hooked the chain securely around the tree and began to pull it to the collection pile he had designated for the debarking and cutting process. Cutting down trees was the easy part, but preparing the logs to be turned into the walls for his new abode was going to be the true test of his abilities. Climbing down from the cab of the hauler to release the log from the chain Jack noticed a twist had formed in the links, this concerned him because it would cause more tension in the chain and possibly snap back. The Best course of action in a circumstance like this is to relieve some tension on the chain, so he climbed back up into the cab and backed up, he could hear the chain relax and see the twists loosen. He smiled, Jumped of the hauler and removed the chain from the log. Standing back, putting his hands on his hip, nodding and smiling he viewed this his first successful log haul; he was on his way to not building a house but his family’s new home.

Surprising Stop (Flash fiction)

Since I started working towards free lance writing I am feeling so inspired to write, and it is really writing off the cuff.

Surprising Stop

T​he wind whipped past his head and blew his hair to the side as he drove his red sixty-nine mustang convertible. Jefferey had been on the road for way too long and the time alone and needed some company. He has been traveling selling those damn shower rings for hotels.

T​he sign up ahead flashed vacancy, sure it was a run down old motel, but it sure looked like a good place to stop for the night; the bonus of a bar connected didn’t hurt, and he sure could use a drink. 

Walking into the motel registration office he could smell cigarettes and cheap beer, and when he walked up to the desk he knew where the smell was coming from. Behind the desk was a short portly man with what looked like a Cuban cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

T​he man looked at him and said ‘Welcome to the Motel of Pleasure’, 

A​ll Jack could do was give a little smirk and say ‘Thank you’. 

M​an behind the desk then introduced himself as Hernando and handed Jack the key to his room, to no surprise the room assigned was sixy-nine.

T​he walk to the room was nothing short of an adventure. There were hypodermic needles, packages of weed and beer bottles all over; this was not a place for a family.

O​pening the door to his room it reminded him of the 1970s; shag carpet, brown paneling and all the colors he remembered as a kid…all the browns and oranges you could imagine. He threw his travel bag on the bed but hesitated to lay down on what he figured was a semen covered cover, but he was so tired he gave in and crashed.

H​e woke up about 3 hours later, and he could hear music coming from the bar, so he decided to take a quick shower and get out and meet the locals, and partake in the libations the bar had to offer, and not just the drinks.

W​alking into the bar Jack was surprised by how many women were in the bar, and they weren’t the bar flies he expected in a small town, they were attractive. Having a one night stand was looking like a real opportunity, and he was ready for the challenge.

A​pproaching the bar he motioned to the bartender for a drink. The bartender asked him what he was craving. Jack looked at the bottles along the backside of the bar and said ‘whiskey and sour neat’. The woman sitting next to him laughed and chimed in ‘me too’. Jack looked at the woman with a smile and said ‘great minds think alike’, they both laughed.

‘​Hi, my name is Jack, what’s yours?’

‘​My name is Sherry, nice to meet you.’

A​fter the pleasantries were exchanged they started to have some deep conversations in everything from music to politics; Jack had never found anyone he could have such deep conversations with, and was truly enjoying himself. During all their talking he knew he had truly found someone special, and what surprised him most is that a dive like this.

T​he night started to wind to an end, even though Jack didn’t want it to, so he moved close and gave a gentle kiss upon her cheek and whispered in her ear, ‘come back to my room with me’. She pulled back and smiled, ‘yes’ was all she said.

On the way back to his room thoughts raced through his head about what he wanted and what he had found…this was not a one night stand, this was what he knew was forever.

To Begin Anew

To Begin Anew

Oh branches swaying in the cool air

For with leaves they are bare

Laying down upon the ground

Is where your leaves can be found

For seasons change is here with cold

As winter it does unfold

The green is lost to snow so white

And bitter cold winter night

But soon the air will lose it’s chill

And once bare branches will fill

For it is always true

As spring it does bring leaves anew

© Chris Chonos