Just a Little Flash Fiction

Detectives Hunch

Mike followed his hunch and visited Greg, Mac’s assistant. He didn’t know why but he thought he might be involved in the earlier murders in the Oshkosh area. Greg was a weird person and very socially awkward mostly keeping to himself and that smile he had during the first woman’s examination made him feel uncomfortable. He was relying on that sixth sense that most good detectives had, just a feeling that something wasn’t right.

Pulling up to Greg’s house he noticed his car wasn’t in the driveway, but that wasn’t goin to stoop in checking out his house, he knew if he found something it couldn’t be used in court and he would be breaking the wall but the feeling wouldn’t leave him. He looked around and walked to the back door to see if maybe Greg was one of those people that would leave the door unlocked or maybe a key under the doormat, jackpot, he was one of those people. Unlocking the door and walking in a strong smell of death hit him square in the face and winced, covering his face with a handkerchief he always kept in his pocket.

The house was a disaster and didn’t seem to be how a person that seemed so meticulous would live, there was overflowing trash and magazines and papers stashed all around the house. It seemed as though he hadn’t done dishes for weeks, with food just sitting out on the counter rotting. How could someone live like this he thought. Making his way through the house he could tell the smell was getting stronger as he neared a what appeared to be a closet door. Opening the door, he could see what the smell was, Greg was rotting away when he should have been on vacation.

©Chris Chonos

Raised Glasses

Raised Glasses

        The world spins out of control, dominated to fear and hate
	So many people feeling irate
	Isolated from the others around
	Social anxiety is found
	Created by a fear, not rationale at all
	Easily our sanity does fall
	Exposed to control from above
	Disguised in unfounded love
	Stay in they say, don’t associate
	This advice has decided our fate
	Failed economy and small business woes
	Yell and scream, government our foe
	Big business keeps going and making money
	How ironic, think it is funny
	Big pharmacy pushes drugs on the masses
	All the while the cash it passes
	This pandemic seems to have helped them along
	And yet your representatives sing a praising song
	Saved us they did and with this we should praise
	And so together their glasses they raise
       ©Chris Chonos



Snubbing Nose

I know what I write is not classical rules for poetry and sometimes I feel as though this is a hinderance but it is who I am. This poem shows how I feel about my writing and have thought about for a while now.

Snubbing Nose

Poetry written without structure, outside lines if you will
In the lines words I fill
Not fitting the lines as the rules say
With these words I do play
Feel as a rebel would snubbing my nose
With this my confidence it grows
Write
Write
Must put these words down and hope they are read
This poetry my soul forever fed

©Chris Chonos

Killers Day

Just a little note: I enjoy true crime shows, yes I’m addicted so I wrote a poem as I watched a show on tv.

Killers Day

Darkness lies deep within, eyes dark hidden by light
When exposed gives deadly fright
Take a life with no remorse
See this as the only course
Killer lives within their very soul
Cashing in their only goal
Live a life off a life taken away
Just a killers typical day

©Chris Chonos

Blank Stare

Blank Stare

No emotion or feeling, head feels it reeling
The emptiness overbearing, soul it is tearing,
Emotions of sadness, devoid of gladness
Gloom and despair, no feeling of care
Deep hole am falling, darkness is calling
The trap it does snare, shown with my blank stare

©Chris Chonos

Haven’t written much here

I haven’t been writing much here as I continue to work on my book. It is a mystery/supernatural story and it is becoming consuming but might take a break shortly and write some short stories and poetry. I have discovered that writing a book, not that it should have been a surprise, is a lot more work than I thought. I thought I could just write and the story would come to me and write on the fly like my poetry, but that has not been the case and research and outlines are definitely a necessity.

I have started following a few more blogs on writing as well as joining some sites and groups that can help me learn the process. I am learning to really enjoy the story telling portion and developing characters.

I have not forgotten my first art of poetry but am really starting to enjoy the challenge of writing a book and creating these characters that people, hopefully, will enjoy learning about.

It’s Real

It’s Real

Not doing good today, feel down
In emotions I drown
Sadness and tired seem the same
Depressions weary game
No motivation
No passion
No sense of being
Darkness only seeing
No control of how I feel
Yes, depression it is real

©️Chris Chonos

Little Writing Here

I haven’t post much here today since I started working on my book, which I decided was going to be a short story and possibly a 3 part series of short stories. The story itself is about 6600 words and 11 chapters. I know short stories are about 5000-10000 words so I know it fits into the category in word length just hope it is complete enough. I know it is a pretty rough draft that took me about 11 days to write so I will be doing some rewriting tomorrow as well as outlining the 2nd short story, does that count as a book…lol.

I think this was a good start to writing more and gave me a good idea of what it takes to write a novella or novel, which would definitely take a lot more work with the same basics. I wrote it free form and wrote as the ideas came to me so we will see how the proofread goes by my beta reader, she doesn’t know she is that yet…lol.