Christopher Dubbs
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Currently publishing the first half of my fiction novel via X, one week at a time.
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Guardians And Angels | Chapter Five | (Part 17)
The Friday night before Halloween during my seventh-grade year is a night I won’t be able to forget for a few lifetimes, if ever. I imagine my soul will wake up three lives from now, with fleeting scenes of this bittersweet night running through my mind, and I'll hold my hand to my heart, trying to quench the pangs and stop the unbearable clenching, not remembering why.
By Christopher Dubbs9 months ago in Fiction
Guardians And Angels | Chapter Four (Part 16)
The first time my best friend met my father, he had a gun pointed at my heart; the next, it was aimed at his own head. Two silent moments, nestled on the ledge of violence. Two chance meetings, bookends to a weekend that would change my young life and the lives of everyone around me forever.
By Christopher Dubbs9 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 15)
“You never told me your mother was blind?” Kai gasped at my admission slightly as he turned toward me in the moonlight, his mouth—the mouth of sly smirks, gentle smiles, and perfect pouts—stood open as his eyebrows raised and his eyes searched for mine in the darkness. “Why didn’t you tell me, Christopher?”
By Christopher Dubbs11 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 14)
Whatever you do in life, if it's worth a damn, you must open yourself up and pour your soul into it. You can't do it with your hard head or with your big heart; no, you must pour yourself, your true self, that part floating in the center of you, pour that part out into the world, and know some of it won't ever come back home with you."
By Christopher Dubbs12 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Four (Part 13). Content Warning.
"Christopher his home!" I can smell him. I usually smell him a mile away or more when he comes home. Cotton and Cherry Coke. Perspiration from running, pepperoni on his breath. I can smell him long before I can hear him, usually. They didn't teach me to smell at the school for the blind people where Carol met me. No, it was my gift. I was born with it. I could smell better than all the other dogs since I was a puppy. My brothers and sisters knew too. I wasn't the strongest, or the fastest, but I damn sure could smell the best. I could smell the scents, the traces of the scents... the memory of the traces of the scents; and I could see everything in my mind.
By Christopher Dubbs12 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three "Storytellers"
If I could rearrange time, I would take the moment his father caught us dancing in the California sunset, and I'd place it so far into our future, the universe would grow too cold for us to find it, all the burning stars would be long gone. God would find that moment, in the darkness, at closing time, and would wonder how it got there.
By Christopher Dubbs12 months ago in Chapters
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 12). Top Story - April 2025.
I knew everything about permanent marks on my life, or so I thought. My freckles, they’ve always stained my skin; wine splashes upon my image, spattered and sprayed across me since the day I saw my own arms and legs. I was a spotted animal of some sort, in my mind, a leopard. A marked creature who would be feared for its tattooed patterns. In reality, they were a scourge, or so I thought.
By Christopher Dubbs12 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 11)
“They aren’t angel wings,” I said, our lips no longer touching. “They are just regular wings.” He looked into my eyes, smiling slightly, his eye black and swollen. “There is no such thing as regular wings, Christopher. Anyone with wings is special, whether they are angel wings or not.”
By Christopher Dubbs12 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 10)
We headed into the night together, two boys on the cusp of forever, heading west, chasing a sun settled just over the horizon onto the Pacific Ocean. Backpacks on, baseball hats backward, sweaters pulled over our tee shirts, stepping out in unison, choreographed in our marching.
By Christopher Dubbs12 months ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 9)
If I could rearrange time, I would take the moment his father caught us dancing in the California sunset, and I'd place it so far into our future, the universe would grow too cold for us to find it, all the burning stars would be long gone. God would find that moment, in the darkness, at closing time, and would wonder how it got there.
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Two "Dancers"
“I thought you said it was the end?” “Is there ever really an end, Christopher?” he said, shifting through albums on his bed, searching for something. He always knew how to make me pause with his answers… which were usually questions.
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Chapters
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Two (Part 8)
His father was standing in his bedroom doorway longer than we realized. He took in everything we were doing with his cold calculating coyote-like eyes; gathering all the details. He knew exactly what he saw. He saw the thunderbolts sparking between us, he smelled our magnetic fields entwining, he heard our heartbeats beating... as one.
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
