Chris M. Monks : Writing

Comedy

Comedy

A Poem by Chris M. Monks


Comedy, more times than not, comes from a dark place. The light at the end of the tunnel is not making people laugh. It is being able to at yo..
Disco Moon

Disco Moon

A Story by Chris M. Monks


Maren stood off to the side of the dance floor watching the bridal party follow the dance instructions to the 'Cha Cha Slide'. She was never the t..
The Bare Necessities Best Man Speech

The Bare Necessities Best Man Speech

A Story by Chris M. Monks


A short take on a speech I gave last year.
Margaret

Margaret

A Story by Chris M. Monks


He and his wife were down to one vehicle. His car was having some work done today so he had his wife's truck. Which meant he had to pick up his wife f..
Community Service

Community Service

A Story by Chris M. Monks


I found myself doing mandatory community service in a kitchen for those without shelter or food. I didn't want to have to explain why I was here to ..
Bringing Film into the Real World or Sobbing from the Soul

Bringing Film into the Real World or Sobbing from ..

A Story by Chris M. Monks


This afternoon I listened to a friend cry from his soul. I don't think he'd want to be named here so let's call him Monroe. Monroe is a long time frie..
No One is a Monster

No One is a Monster

A Poem by Chris M. Monks


No one is a monster. Everyone is sick. Everyone has issues. Some people are sick physically. Some emotionally. Some mentally. Some spi..
Staring Out the Window

Staring Out the Window

A Story by Chris M. Monks


Angelo was still three hours away from his destination. He couldn't wait to get the load from his semi trailer dropped off and begin the eleven hour d..
Beets

Beets

A Story by Chris M. Monks


Kenneth was in his mid 40s, about six and a half foot tall and had hands the size of a professional basketball player. Kenneth and I got stuck cle..