In Christie Chapman’s latest story, a pregnant man reflects on the unexpected gift of life.
About Christie Chapman
Christie Chapman is an award-winning journalist and short-story writer who once ghost-wrote an article for a fictional cat named Mr. Whiskers. She contributes pranksterish microfictions to The Moustache Club of America under the name The Shining. Some of her short fiction can be found on her pseudonymous and admittedly very low-tech website, Lauryn Mutter. These days she mostly temps at offices in the Northern Virginia area; she is telling herself it is *research* for an essay she'll write about the temping life, but really it's just an easy way to pay the bills.
The Brady Bunch, Moons Over My Hammy, Space Aliens, and the World’s Fattest Woman
September 18, 2012 by Leave a Comment
This one has it all: the Brady Bunch, Moons Over My Hammy, UFOs, and the world’s fattest woman.
Pioneers: The First Gay Divorce in Our State
September 10, 2012 by 2 Comments
“We weren’t the first women in our state to marry each other, but we were the first to divorce.”
The Day I Was Mickey Mouse
August 28, 2012 by 1 Comment
“I was Mickey Mouse, but just for one day. Not because I’m good with kids, but because I fit the suit.”
You’re So Vain, You Probably Wrote This Story About You
August 24, 2012 by Leave a Comment
What if I told you that the stories you create are more about you than they are about anyone else?
How to Dress for a Temp Job*
August 23, 2012 by Leave a Comment
“Your secret is that you don’t care as much as they do. You’re aloof to it all. Your job does not define you. You’re a chameleon, capable of playing their little game but not married to it.”
Seven Sweet Little Stories About Malls, Capsule Hotels, Rodeos, and Debarking the Dog
August 22, 2012 by Leave a Comment
At Hotel Shinjuku 510 in Tokyo, a man who sleeps in a tiny capsule, six and a half feet long by five feet wide, said, “You get used to it.”
On Marriage: The Great Husband Tryouts
August 19, 2012 by 4 Comments
The old gals were all married. There were online photos albums attesting to this fact. Some of them even had babies!
You Don’t Want a Child, You Want a Baby That Never Grows Up
August 18, 2012 by 2 Comments
“You don’t want a child. You want a baby. You want a human puppy. One that never grows up.”
Interstate Love Song*
August 14, 2012 by 2 Comments
I met her at a truck stop. Her name was Ruby Tuesday. “I was named for the restaurant, not for the Stones song. My brother is named Applebee’s. Yes, with the apostrophe.”
On Internet Spam, Among Other Things
August 13, 2012 by Leave a Comment
Christie Chapman rejoins the Moustache Club with a trio of heartbreaking microfictions about Wienermobiles, Internet spam, and hot college comedy.
Starbucks: They’re everywhere you want them to be
March 24, 2012 by 1 Comment
1. How absurd! This morning I rode to Starbucks on a horse painted peacock-blue, wearing naught but a boa constrictor coiled around my body, my long Lady Godiva hair obscuring my feminine signifiers. “I will have a grande chainsaw with extra porcupines!” I announced to the barista. Ω 2. Tough Luck Buddy I saw a [...]
The Hogskin Eve
October 3, 2011 by 1 Comment
The football player caught the ball. I saw him on my TV. I only notice stuff like that, never the score or which teams are playing. He had this look on his face, like just for a second he was the Messiah of the world. Just for a second all eyes were on him. The [...]
Saturday Morning ‘Toon Time
September 22, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Plucky the Winged Unicorn Plucky the Winged Unicorn lives among the stars. The shooting stars are his own free transit system, but they’re not very predictable, so Plucky is often late for things. Everyone knows Plucky doesn’t have reliable transportation, so no one gets mad when he’s late. Once in a while, someone new will [...]
“My ex-wife knew, on some level, that I was gay, at the time we got married. We both were in such denial.”
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