Category Archives: My Short Stories

It’s real…it’s really real! I’m getting published!

It’s happened before…seeing my name on the cover of an anthology, but it was different the last time.  I did some very minor (and I do mean ‘minor’) editorial work for a publisher, and in exchange, my short story, The Passing of Millie Hudson was given a spot in the pay-for-inclusion anthology.  Though I was ‘published’, I never felt validated as an author. It didn’t count.

Today, however, I feel validated.  A real, honest-to-God publisher chose my story out of a sea of many to appear in their anthology.  I didn’t pay my way into it.  It wasn’t a perk.  I was chosen.  My story was chosen.  That word is very, very powerful.

Chosen.

That’s why seeing my name on the front cover of the Make Believe anthology is such a big deal for me.  I mean, signing the contract was huge!  I couldn’t believe it.  My very first publishing contract!  It was something I wanted ever since I could hold a crayon.  It was on my bucket list – to be officially published before I leave this life.  My prayers were answered.

When I told my husband and oldest son, they were about as excited as getting their teeth pulled.  Oh, they gave their congratulatory ‘That’s great’, but that’s where it ended.  No excitement.  No hurrah.  No celebrating.  Just “That’s nice.  I knew you could do it.”  My girls and youngest son, however, were ecstatic!  They bought me Asti Spumanti and poppers and were all full of happiness and squeals of delight.  They knew what this meant to me.  They got it.

Still, none of it seemed real until April 26 when I first saw the cover with my name on it.  I wanted to share it with everyone then, but I couldn’t.  Not until today.  Look at it!  Isn’t it pretty?  :-)

Squeeeeee!!!!!  I can’t believe it!  I simply can’t believe it.

Another beautiful part about all of this, is that one of my dearest friends, Jennifer M Eaton, is also getting published in this anthology.  We were both iffy on if we were going to submit, then coaxed each other into it, then went on this amazing journey together as writers, friends, critics, betas to end up, side-by-side, on the cover.  How cool is that?  Our first real published pieces appearing in the same anthology!

Make Believe is due to release on December 3, 2012 in e-book only, and you can read blurbs about each of the six stories below. After reading them, please pop over to each of the gal’s websites and leave a congratulatory message for them.  This IS a big deal for each of us and I am so very proud of each one of my anthology mates.  We did it, ladies!  *Pops cork*  *Throws confetti*

Sacrificial Oath by Terri Rochenski

An impetuous act unwittingly makes Alesuela the fulfillment of the Sovereign’s Blood Oath to their Goddess. In five days, she’ll be forced to make the greatest choice of her life: become the virginal sacrifice already promised, or force the man she loves most to die in her place.

With an impossible choice in front of her, she searches for ways to undo the oath, and in her quest, finds not everything in her life is as she expects.

The Amulet of Ormisez by J. Keller Ford

There is only one way to save Elton Fletcher’s brother from an insanity-ridden death.

After years away from home, fighting for his people, Elton returns to discover his only sibling, Cayden, possessed by greed and malice, and responsible for malicious, unthinkable deeds. Cayden, though, isn’t the only one afflicted by the Amulet of Ormisez, and Elton finds himself in yet another battle, where the price of failure could be his own life.

Birthright by Lynda R. Young

Christa can mask the pain and hide the scars, but running from a birthright is impossible.

She’s tried to escape her grief by fleeing to a small town in Florida. Much to her frustration, the locals think they recognize her even though she’s never been there before. To make things worse, a man named Jack spouts outrageous theories about her.

Both spur Christa to bolt, to start fresh yet again, but there’s something about Jack that intrigues her enough to stay. The only problem? Someone else wants her to leave, and they won’t stop until she’s dead.

Petrified by Kelly Said

A mysterious storm has replaced summer with winter, devastating crops and smothering Castle lands in snow.  Prince Sterling August stands alone as a leader, lost in personal grief as well as a desire to help his people but with an inability to do either.

The answers he needs await him, but without Lochlyn, a woman who’s just as isolated as Sterling, he’ll never see what stands before him, cloaked in illusion.

Last Winter Red by Jennifer M. Eaton

Emily is a Red, a woman whose sole purpose in life is to produce offspring. When her husband dies and leaves her childless, she risks her life and forsakes the safety of Terra—a disease-free city born after the nuclear holocaust. Beyond its boundaries, she knows, survives a man with whom she can be properly paired.

The Outside, though, holds secrets the government struggles to keep, and what Emily discovers on her quest for a mate will change her life forever.

Escort to Insanity by J.A. Belfield

From a charity auction, to a stroll in the park, to the craziest night of her life. Nicole Harrington can’t help but wonder how a simple event went so drastically wrong.

Of course, the male escort she booked is wholly to blame. Not only charming but shrewdly intelligent, Benjamin Gold drags Nicole into a platoon of unimaginable problems—ones from which she’ll have to find the courage just to survive.

Non-fiction Contest – Midlife Collage

I love contests, especially ones that are reader-driven.

Several months ago I found this great site, Midlife Collage, that accepts short vignettes of true stories from individuals over 40.  Each week, 5 of these vignettes appear and readers are encouraged to stop by, read all of them and then vote.  The one with the most number of votes and the highest rating wins the prize.  I like to call it a ‘readers choice award’ though the website doesn’t have a name for the award.

I was lucky enough to find out last week that one of my submissions:  From Traps to Talons:  A Mouse’s Ironic Twist of Fate, was accepted for the contest.  It is currently on the website and is up for review and voting.  The voting is open through Sunday, March 11, 2012.

Thank you for participating and enjoy all the vignettes.  I have read them all and liked them.

I encourage all of you to visit the site and cast your vote for the best story.  Don’t forget to click on the little yellow stars to vote!  You will have to sign up with an e-mail and password to vote, but it’s harmless and no one bugs you or sends you unsolicited junk.  Also, if you are a writer over 40, you may want to think about submitting some non-fiction works to the site for a future contest.  There is no fee to enter the contests and it’s all in good fun.

Enjoy your day and happy reading!!

I did it! I actually did it!

I won the readers’ choice award at Midlife Collage!  I’ve never won anything in my life for my writing.  I’m all tingles and smiles!  I can’t believe it!  I really can’t believe it.  *Squeal*  *jumping up and down*

Wow.  I would like to take a minute to thank everyone who voted for my non-fiction short story, Baby.  She was truly a special dog and she is still missed by our family.  I would also like to give a very warm ‘thank you’ to Donna Balon, Editor at Midlife Collage, for hosting these weekly contests and opening the door to many writers and authors.

In celebration of my first ever contest win, I would like to share some virtual goodies.  I hope you enjoy them.  I know I would if I really had them!!!!  :-)

If you are interested in reading my winning story about Baby, please head on over to my short stories tab.

Whoo hoo!!!!

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New Short Story – “Wrecked World”

I killed him.  I wish I could say I didn’t mean to, but I can’t.  He deserved it, every last slash and hack mark buried in his toxic, alcoholic blood. After all, he’d lied to me. Called me names that would make your hair curl. He cheated on me, his wife and the mother of his child, with his ex-lover. That’s when I killed him — when I found him in my bed, our bed, with her.

No, it didn’t matter to my drunken leech of a husband that I’d given the best years of my life to him. It didn’t matter that I stayed and defended him after he tried to kill me. Oh yeah, he tried to kill me.  He stripped my baby girl from my arms and then squeezed his calloused hands around my throat before throwing me against the wall.  He gave me nine blood clots along my spine that night. Police came out and took pictures and everything.  If I’d had any sense, I would have killed him then, but no.  I decided to take up sanctuary elsewhere for three months.  He got his wrist slapped by the authorities and was forced into AA.  I, being a naïve fool, went back to him only to end up bruised and battered again six weeks later.

My mom, everyone, told me to leave, get the hell out, but I couldn’t.  They didn’t see the man I knew before he morphed into a demon from Hell. He used to care about me, about our future, about our lives together. He would have never laid a hand on me.

Then one night, he fell for the witch – a golden, frothy elixir who hungered for him as much as he hungered for her. She captivated him and, oh what a spell she wove. It was a spell I couldn’t break.  Every morning he apologized for whatever he didn’t remember from the night before, sobbing as he caressed each cut and bruise, but then night-time would come along again and inevitably, he would fall back into the arms of the witch.

For so long I blamed myself.  I mean, he pretty much hammered it home to me every day that I was a selfish bitch, telling me what a loser and a fucking lousy mother I was.  God, I can’t believe I actually believed him . . . at least for a while. Then I went away for week, took our daughter to visit a friend, and when I came back and saw what a drunken slob he was and how he’d trashed our home, I left. I packed up all my shit and left.

That was a week ago. I moved back into my old place I had before we married. I had to or else he’d steal my soul, my dignity. God knows he’d already stolen my pride. Two days later he took a bad fall. Banged his head. Two days after that he ended up in the hospital. He’d suffered a stroke due to the fall. After he stabilized, he checked himself out of the hospital, refusing additional treatment. That was yesterday. Today, I took my daughter home to see her daddy. That’s when I found him, naked, in our bed with his ex-lover.

I fled. I went to my friend’s house and dropped off my daughter, then called my mom to tell her where she could find my baby.  When I returned to my marital home, the slut was gone.  I glanced over to the kitchen counter and saw the butcher knife glinting in the morning sunlight. There was no hesitation. I picked it up and went to the bedroom and stabbed my ‘better half’ . . . repeatedly. Then I cut his dick off. He wasn’t going to need it where he was going.

I wiped the blood from my face, suddenly aware of the .22 sitting on the dresser.  I chuckled.  How ironic.  Was he really planning to kill me?  Ha. I showed him. He never got a chance. 

And I’m out of choices.

I’m sitting on the floor now in the corner of the bedroom drenched in his cheating blood.  The gun is loaded and ready, but before I blow my brains out, I want everyone to know what happened.  Baby girl, I love you, but I have to go now ’cause I’m not spending the rest of my life in jail.  Grams will take care of you.  Mom, I’m sorry.  I’m really sorry.  I love you so much. 

Good-bye.

Mrs. Billings’ Long Vacation

A Young Adult short story

Mrs. Billings’ Long Vacation

The Passing of Millie Hudson

The Passing of Millie Hudson