Well, you’ve heard me talking about it for a few months, now the time is close for when a super awesome anthology I’ve been working on with Denise Wyant is almost here. These short eight stories are filled with back to school romances (only adults are allowed folks!) ranging from male/male romances to regular female/male (me, me, I did one of those!), and it’s brimming with hot steamy relationships that leave you panting for more. I know it’s not my normal science fiction or speculative fiction, but sometimes you just got to do something fun and writing Gatekeeper was a whole lot of fun.
But I didn’t just stop at contributing a story to this anthology. On no. I also did all the graphics as well, including a teaser, an advertisement, and this super awesome cover that’s coming up. Did I mention I do graphic designing on the side (the way side folks because writing is my true passion)? But what can I say, I like to mix things up, because just writing can get a little boring sometimes (come on you know it can!). lol…
Anyways, if you like a good juicy romance (or eight of them). Look for Apple Bites coming up on August 25th. And without any other annoying delays (or words in parenthesis), here is my super awesome cover (because let’s face it black and white is totally super cool and sexy half naked guys is always an awesome thing.. and ha ha I lied about the words in parenthesis part).
What a great question, and one may writers struggle to answer in their writing journey. The best part about this question is there is no wrong answer. And yet, a writer often feels like the whole world hinges on that one important question… Should I write a novel or a short story?
The simple answer is… it depends.
It depends on the subject matter, how long you really think it will tell the best story, and how much staying power you have. Let’s face it, writing a novel is not easy. Many people have tried and failed. And many people have succeeded and wished they’d just wrote a freaking short story.
Here is a flash story I wrote from a writing challenge my critique group took part in a while back. I decided to dust it off and post it. This story was written from the writing prompt…You hear a baby crying, but you know you are alone… I didn’t stick strictly with the prompt as you will see when reading the story, but it got the wheels in my head turning and this is what I ended up with. Enjoy!
By: Cynthia Dawn Griffin
The wail came from everywhere and nowhere at once. The sound jerked me awake from a dead sleep. My blood froze as I looked about my darkened bedroom. The chilling noise came again, and it propelled me into action despite the fear twisting in my gut. I fumbled for the light by the bed, but my trembling hands refused to cooperate with the switch. I stumbled from my bed.
Last week I posted a short story (The Fourth Wise Man) that I wrote to help me get in the Christmas spirit at the beginning of December, but that wasn’t the first story I wrote. The first one was for a Christmas story contest presented by Apex Publications. They challenged writers to create a story with a Christmas theme and a dark fiction slant in 250 words or less. I won 4th place. Here is a link to my story called How the Zombies Almost Stole Christmas.
Here’s a story I wrote last week to get me in the Christmas spirit. This is a little bit different from what I normally write style wise and topic wise, but I thought I’d venture out of my comfort zone and try something new. Enjoy! And Merry Christmas to you all!
The Fourth Wise Man
By: Cynthia D. Griffin
We came- the four of us- one bearing gold, one frankincense, one myrrh, and then there was me. They don’t talk about the fourth wise man or what I brought, but why would they? My gift wasn’t of earthly riches. It wasn’t even a promise of hope. It was a gift of humbleness, one not of much importance, only a rock and not even a memorable one at that.
Across Dr. Burke’s thick neck I sit, dangling against his sweaty flesh as I wait in anticipation for my next victim- oops, I mean prediction (he he he). The patients come to me in all shapes and sizes as they parade in and out of the maze of alcoves that pass for a doctor’s office. I know the office by heart (ha ha ha), but the poor fool that comes to be poked and prodded is like a blind sheep being herded through the corral. Here comes one of those sterilized alcoves now the letters Exam Room 1 in bold black lettering. I can’t help but chuckle as Dr. Burke enters and addresses the newest sacrificial offering.
Here comes the boring part of how-are-you-today and blah blah blah. Who cares let’s get to the good part, but not quite yet. More questions that lead to the inevitable ambiguous answers. Where does it hurt? How long has this been happening? What medications are you on? Oh and my personal favorite, how often do you exercise? Your heart says it all, so don’t bother lying Mr. Exam 1, but you’d be surprised the number that do.
Here is a short story I wrote two years ago based off of a writing exercise I did out of the back of John Gardner’s book the Art of Fiction (a great book by the way and highly recommended by yours truly). In a span of two hours, the exercise took on the form of a suddenly inspired flash fiction story. I submitted it to Pill Hill Press on a whim and they accepted it. This company recently went out of business and the book I submitted to is now out of print, so I decided to post it here for people to read who were interested. I hope you enjoy.