Category Archives: Short Fiction

Just short little fiction pieces that I shared.

On Writing: Writing Ritual

Here is another piece I wrote for you! I hope you enjoy.  This one is in the second person! Something new for me.

Your Writing Ritual

Every year you participate. NaNoWriMo, to everyone in the know. When you have to explain it, it becomes National Novel Writing Month, but when talking with other writers, who haven’t heard tell of it, you can’t help but feel a certain superiority. How could they not?
All year long you plan ahead, thinking to that one month where you will write with abandon, hammering out as many words every day as you can muster. Bemoaning the fact yet again that you took on this challenge, yet somehow finding the moxie to finish.
This too though comes with its own little mini rituals. You of course can’t write without your proper writing kit. Which has to include your favorite pen, the blue fountain pen, no others will do. Even though at the end of the day you are going to be typing on your laptop in Scrivener. But who can blame you? That pen is lucky! It holds the key to your muse. But then don’t forge that you have to do the writing down in the waiting room at the Mayo Clinic. Sure that sounds strange to many, but there is something about the ambiance to the place that allows you let go of everything else and just hammer out those words faster then you can even type them. It truly is a mystery how a place matters, you just know it does and so you must stick with it.
In those sad times when you can’t go to ‘your spot’ to write, you have learned that you must write at nine p.m. at night. No other time will do. It is the magic moment. You prepare yourself, always making sure you are home by seven so that you can start getting things ready to write. It is a process. You have to pick the right tea for the night, you have to find your writing kit, make sure you have the right snacks setting by your computer, not to mention get your friends on hangouts ready to sit and write with you.
Really, what self-respecting writer does it alone?!? It is imperative that you drag your friends, kicking and screaming into NaNoWriMo with you, of course. They also give you someone to bemoan the word count that you are behind on, yet again. While comparing yourself to that one gal who finished her fifty thousand words in the first week. You just know that she cheated, there is no other way to have accomplished such a feat.
After you have your friends lined up, you go back to your tea and actually go through the process of heating the water, but you do this the old fashioned way. On the stove, in your whistling tea kettle. Pouring it over your tea, you savor the flavor as you contemplate what you are going to be writing about this time. Knowing full well that when you get to your computer and that blank page is blinking at you, the words will never come.
Sitting down at your computer, blue fountain pen at hand, tea steaming near you, and bag of Cheetos in your lap, you gently place your fingers on the keys. Lightly stroking them, waiting for the inspiration you are sure is never to come, but then the impossible happens… words start flowing out of you and you are off, lost to the world of words that will amaze and delight you when you stop and read them. Finding more than double your usual word count in half the time. Wondering what magic has befallen you, thankful your muse was not fickle this time.

 

Well, there you have it, another piece helping my writing grow! I hope you enjoyed it.  Let me know in the comments below what you thought!

Short Story: The Roadster Smart Car

Here is a glimpse of a short story I wrote for my Craft of Plot class.  Thought it would be fun to share and see what you all thought. I would like to rewrite this and maybe come up with a few more for an anthology…

The Roadster Smart Car

​Driving around to all the local car dealerships, I’m saddened. All I wanted was a brand new car, one that had never been owned and driven by another! A bright orange copper Roadster Smart Car, is that too much to ask? Ready to head home from the last dealership in town my phone rings.

“Yeah, talk to me” I answer.

“Hello, is this Malikyi?”

“Yup, who is this? What can I do for you?”

“This is Dr Schetziki’s nurse, Rose. I am calling to let you know that those tests came back and it is bad.” I hear a bit of a gulp on the line.

“How bad exactly?” I ask, my eyes narrowing. So not what I want to deal with today.

“Well, umm, I am sorry to tell you, but… There’s no easy way to say this,” she trails off.

“Oh just say it, it can’t be that bad.” I gripe.

Her breath puffs through the phone, “I am afraid sir, it is. You have a brain tumor, and… to be perfectly honest we don’t know how you are still alive. You have twenty-four hours to live. You should consider getting your affairs in order. I’m dreadfully sorry”

Before I can respond, the line goes dead. I guess it really was that bad. What now? I have always been the type to live life to the fullest. No regrets, that is what my sister taught me. Come to think of it, she was right around my age when she died. Staring out the window I sit there a moment. I wish I could have gotten that car. Overall, I have no regrets, maybe I should see who is free tonight, have a fun dinner out with everyone.

Getting ready for the dinner, my doorbell rings. Opening, there is a strange looking little man standing there.

“Can I help you?” I ask rather dubiously.

“No. But I my friend can help you. I can make all your worries disappear, or grant your deepest wish for that new Roadster you wanted.” He said with a flair.
“All my worries disappear, what worries?”

“You horribly short life expectancy of course! Now, what would you like, your dream car for your remaining few hours, or to be tumor free? Leaving you free to live a long life.” His eyes watch me, a deepness to them leaving me a bit nervous.

“Wow, umm, honestly that is a tough call. Things happen for a reason. But living my life, I could get the car eventually so that seems a no brainer.” I respond.

“Ah, there is one catch. If you ever get your dream car, your tumor will be back and you will die,” he says gently.

“I knew there had to be something. Honestly, my life is in order. I don’t mind dying young. Give me the car.” I decide suddenly. Why not, I miss my sister, this life isn’t really all that great anyway. I am ready to be done.

“As you wish, here are the keys. It is parked out front. Enjoy the rest of your life.” He disappears in a cloud of smoke, smelling of jasmine.

 

Well, there it is in all it’s glory. What do you think?  Do you enjoy it? Should I pursue this or toss it in the drawer?

Letters from Camp: One Day, at NaNo Camp…

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First a quick update… I have to say I sadly did not manage my 5k day, but I did manage over 1k!  So that is something, there is still hope! I know that I can do it! Maybe tomorrow I will hammer out enough to get more caught up!  Now, here is an idea that was tossed at me, and this is my attempt. I know that there could be more, and that this can become “something” so let me have it!

camp_nano_logoThis one time at NaNo camp, there was this inappropriate comma! And don’t get me started on the ellipses, stuck where one should never go. The fragments that leave you hanging! Feeling oh so unfulfilled! Or the sentences that seem to go on and on and on and on. The repetition, same words, phrases, and the like, abusing our minds in a manner most unbecoming!  And what is with that exclamation point, or is it mark… really, why can’t it stick with the point!  I have ta say… really and truly, why can one never get what should be where?!?

I have a few ideas for adding in the dash, question mark, colon, those could all be added, and I would like to think up a few more different grammatical type things.  Maybe even create a second little story! What do you think?!?  What more does it need? What would you want to see in there?

Letters from Camp: The Mosquito!

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I have a tale to tell… of a lonely little mosquito.  One who was so lonely in fact that he decided to… oh, wrong story!

This story, is really in fact about that pesky mosquito swarm!  You know the one. It follows me all around camp! I can’t go anywhere, or get anything done!  For some reason it would seem that anything I do manage to get done, gets all the life sucked right out of it! I don’t really know how, but I know that durn mosquito swarm is behind it!

You have StoryCoat to blame for this sordid and infamous tale!  What about you? Is your camp journey going where you want it to? Is there a mosquito swarm fallowing you around, sucking all the life from your tale?

Travel Logs

I am going to use my blog as a bit of practice for a while… so here goes.  This is my travels to the Great Pyramids of Gyza. 

Standing and looking with rapt wonder in the shadow of the great pyramid, you can’t do anything else. Towering above me, the great pyramid holds me in thrall. To actually be standing here, in front of one of the seven wonders is an amazing adventure.
Stepping foot into the grand pyramid I look around, in the small space of the corridor. Wondering how they would have moved through these tiny passages as I make my way up the ascending passageway. Breathing in the air changes as I go further in. I continue the steep climb, finally able to stand when I reach the grand lower gallery, moving past the passage to the queens chamber I continue on to my goal of the kings burial space. Finally reaching the top of the Grand Gallery I take the passage into the King’s Chamber.
Looking around me at the bare chamber I think of the history that this room seen! The sarcophagus all that remains, a cold empty stone container. The air heavy around me, like the stones pressing down all around. The walls and ceiling made of smooth blocks, from a time when they did not have the tools that we use today. It is amazing, the craftsmanship that went into the building of this amazing tomb.
Making my way back down I stop by the Queen’s Chamber. An interesting place that had to be prepared for something in mind. It makes you wonder what the room was really meant for. Having a niche that is over 15 foot of space in it, there had to be some kind of plans for this special room on the way to the King’s final resting place. The floor uneven around the room, and the walls not perfectly square, a contrast to the King’s Chamber, with it’s smooth walls, floor and ceiling.
Continuing my journey back out of the great pyramid I look back up at the amazing construct. Taking a deep breath of fresh air. Towering above me is a work of amazing proportions. How in a day that did not have the tools we have did they manage to build something as big and heavy as the pyramid?!? It is something that will always be a wonder to me!

I hope that you managed to get a glimpse of this incredible place!  Please feel free to share, did I take you there?  Did you get a glimpse of somewhere else?

The Threat, Only the Beginning

Out dining at your local favorite Chinese restaurant one afternoon a strange event occurs.  Getting your fortune cookie, it has the strangest of messages in it.  “Your life is in danger.  Say nothing to anyone.  You must leave the city immediately and never return.  Repeat: say nothing”  Carefully you look around.  Nothing seems out of place, and you do not notice anyone looking at you.  Now granted you eat here every week and a few of your friends are jokers, but they like to see the response from their jokes.  They do not seem to be anywhere in sight, so what does this mean?  You finish up and pay for your meal, just as you always do.  Heading home you think about what is best to do.  Should you really leave?  This could be some big hoax, but if it isn’t, what if you really are in danger?