One Chapter Project

  Written by C. A. Winter Introduction to a lecture. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. It is with great privilege that I present to you Dr. Rose Andrews. Dr. Andrews, as you may know, is one of our most highly esteemed alumni. She graduated with the class of 2006 with a PhD in Ectoplasmology and Paranormal Studies. Her thesis was written on the topic of habitual supernatural animas- also known as HSA's- spirits that latch on to patterns rather than places. She is here to give a presentation on the absolute permanence of our existence on and through inanimate objects and locations we reside in. Today, as she presents her findings, we ask that if you are of the feint of heart or superstitious mind, you excuse yourself quietly as the need presents itself. Dr. Andrews has made it clear that she is not offended by your reactions, but she does take offence from those who sit through a lecture without proper personal emotional hygiene. To disgrace your mind without concern is to di...

Written by C. A. Winter   The boys are hanging out in the spotlight under the silos. Robbie is perched on the truck bed with a lap of unopened beers and a tray with some weed. His hands are sticky from picking it apart. Alan, who’s leaning on the back of the truck, forgot to bring the scissors this time. Brendan and Will are standing nearby with a beer in each hand, and they’re all arguing about what might’ve caused their class to be a bunch of fuck ups. Next week, they’re set to graduate high school but none of them have a clue what’s next. As they drink and smoke, things are getting a bit hazy, and the meaning of the madness is becoming clear to Alan. He’s listening to Robbie make fun of Will’s uninteresting opinion on the meaning of life;  there is no meaning.  Alan crunches his feet on the gravel and stops them. “You know what the real problem is?” “What’s that, man-“ Will looks up from his beer.  “The real problem is our dads, man.” Robbie pipes up, “Ole man nev...

Dear Martha: a scrapped introduction to an escape story. Dear Martha,  It has been too long since we have last spoke. Your letters, though sparse, were a glowing beacon of hope that guided me towards the light through all of these years. Two thousand, eight hundred, and ninety-nine nights have passed since the judge ruled me to be a criminal. I shall not spend another minute past midnight in this cell of mine. Since your last correspondence, I’ve made new friends within these walls. Men whom I wouldn’t associate with outside of here, I assure you, but they have offered to help me get out from under the thumb of the warden and the gang members who reside here with me. I do not belong confined within these walls. I served too long for this country to be locked up for the rest of my good years. It has been almost a decade I’ve seen a tree or smelled fresh pastries. I yearn to swim in a lake and eat fresh fruit from a tree. Tomorrow, I will begin my long journey to you. I don’t know ho...

Hey everyone,  Today we've launched the blog, with the hope to bring it to a website in the future once things pop off more. For now, if you're reading this and you're wondering just what the One Chapter Project is, look no further. The One Chapter Project is a platform for writers to express themselves and soft publish their works; specifically one chapter of their work at a time.  As a writer, I find starting a short story or a novel to be the most exciting part of the process. The idea is fresh, your brain is pulsing with images and twists, and the words just start flowing. Then bam! You think of something new or better, and you're left with a short draft of something that could have been, but probably won't end up being.  But, it exists. The One Chapter Project is a place for you to showcase those scrapped ideas or short-short stories , and to read what others have been working on.  Having a personal blog was critical for my success in writing my first novel. Th...