C. M. Fritzen’s Life and Works
Updates on CM Fritzen's publications and short stories!
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/06/01/june-writing-prompts-2/ I found this prompt difficult, but I really enjoyed writing this. My husband did not enjoy it. He wanted everything to be clear cut black and white. You won't find that here, perhaps. Or maybe, you'll see clearer than him. Enjoy. I certainly did. June 9 Naia stretched, reaching her hands high above her... Continue Reading →
Took me 4 days to finish this. I just have been procrastinating and watching too much Grace and Frankie. I gotta get into a routine... Here it is! 5. The shadows crept along as the night grew old. The shadows crept along as the night grew old. A young man, clad in black, stood under... Continue Reading →
Sandwiched between pumpernickel on rye, she’d found her prize. The beautiful meat, cheese, and pickle, all squashed between the fluffy brown bread, called to her. She felt her mouth fill with saliva as she envisioned biting into that wonderful sandwich. How could something so simple evoke such a visceral response in her? Slowly, she reached... Continue Reading →
Meet Cute Zaiver tiredly ran a hand through his long, silver hair, tucking it reflexively behind his pointed ear. Another day in the life. He had been tasked with picking up Lord Draconis’s special jaf from town. This was not his least favorite task. He enjoyed the fresh air and being able to walk the... Continue Reading →
I have one job. One. I walk the streets looking, watching, searching. Somewhere, I will find what I seek. Then my job can start. My searches lead me to many places and people. Despite this, I always know when I find it. Always. My feet barely touched the stone underfoot as I strode through the... Continue Reading →
I have been very busy so I am sorry for not posting in awhile. Hope you like this story: Static and Silence "Come here!" she whispered sharply, motioning to him with her hand, fingers held tight. He rolled his eyes, but clambered over the broken concrete floor to her, careful to keep out of sight,... Continue Reading →
The wind blew cold across her cheeks as she sat against a tree, hugging her knees to her chest. Her eyes sightless studied the ground between her feet, looking for some meaning behind what had just happened. She painted a morose picture: her thick brown hair spilling over her shoulders, forming a sort of tent... Continue Reading →
C. M. Fritzen’s Life and Works 