C. N. C. Harris

Joined January 2021

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Bio

Writer, artist, teacher. Thirties, hurties and surviving. Quirky lady. I don't have a niche, I love writing thrillers, romance, articles about mental health, poetry, whatever takes my fancy! Obsessed with taking photos of my dog/chinchilla.

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The Morning After
Well, last night was fun, I have to get going now, Where are my knickers?
By C. N. C. Harris9 months ago in Poets
Dexter
Dexter Morgan is a murderer with a moral code. He only kills serial killers, while hiding in plain sight as a blood spatter analyst in Miami. We learn about Dexter’s past and watch him handle suspicion, heartbreak, and his ‘Dark Passenger’.
By C. N. C. Harris11 months ago in Critique
An Ode to my Fridge
Your gentle hum fills the kitchen with comfort, Keeping groceries safe until we are ready, Such optimism, the way you light up when someone visits,
By C. N. C. Harris11 months ago in Poets
If only
How can I show my love for you? Each tiny word does not seem to do it, A grin upon your lips can pull me from the dark, Envy fills the sun when your warm eyes glow,
By C. N. C. Harris12 months ago in Poets
Yearning
Dear husband, I saw yet another announcement this morning, Such love for something so small and unformed, They're living my dream and I hate it.
By C. N. C. Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
Audacity
Valentina knew if she moved, she was dead. In the first few days of captivity, she had struggled, screamed, wrestled against her restraints. She had begged, pleaded, even resorted to insults. It didn’t take long for him to beat the fight out of her.
By C. N. C. Harrisabout a year ago in Fiction
Distraction
Damn it, I missed another Vocal challenge deadline! Same thing happened last month, Twice the month before. Really, it's my own fault.
By C. N. C. Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
Dearest Daisies
My heart broke for the little boy who led the cortege. He trembled, clutching a small bunch of daisies he'd picked himself, blades of grass resting on his recently-bought brogues.
By C. N. C. Harrisabout a year ago in Fiction
Sorrow and Sin
Time passes, tears still flow. She strokes the lettering. Sofia Grey, 17th July 2022. Graves should never have only one date.
By C. N. C. Harrisabout a year ago in Fiction
My My
Move. Make money. Measure meals. Minimise moaning. Medicate maladies. Mature magnificently. Manage mishaps. Manipulate many.
By C. N. C. Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
The Absurdity of Politics
There once were some Tories from Eton, Whose souls candy floss couldn't sweeten, They hated the poor, Immigrants and more,
By C. N. C. Harrisabout a year ago in Poets
Birthdays
Each celebration, Of the life we are living, Changes every year. Beginning with joy, Awaiting delivery, Welcome to the world.
By C. N. C. Harrisabout a year ago in Poets

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C. N. C. Harris

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The Morning After

Dexter

An Ode to my Fridge

If only

Yearning

Audacity

Distraction

Dearest Daisies

Sorrow and Sin

My My

The Absurdity of Politics

Birthdays

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