Like short stories?

Hi, all!
Every year my writers group publishes an anthology (a book of short stories) and this year is special because it is our 5th Anniversary Edition and I am really excited about it. I have read every story in this book and LOVE them all. They are all different, we have so many styles of writing in our group but they are all a great read!

If you enjoy fun stories, I encourage you to run over to Amazon and pick it up. Enjoy!

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Are you allergic to RID?

On September 21st another awesome meeting was had with the incredible Ink Slingers Guild.  We did two 5-minute exercises and here are mine!

 

Rid
Repeat
Tea

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“Why are you using Rid?” he asked as he shoved a third cookie into his mouth.

“It gets rid of the ants,” I said as I tucked the spray bottle beneath the kitchen sink. I took a sip of tea before I started wiping down the counters. There was flour everywhere. Baking was so messy.

Shawn grabbed a fourth cookie. I gave him a look.

“Leave some for the trolls,” I said, “that’s who they’re for after all.”

He gave a muffled acknowledgement before his eyes bulged slightly. He swallowed and gasped. “What is in these things? I think I might be allergic.”

“Seriously? Can you repeat that because I think you must be joking. I thought your iron stomach could handle anything.”

Shawn doubled over, resting his face on the flour covered counter before sliding to the floor.

“Are you allergic to Rid?” I asked.

 

Honey
Threat
Mischief

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The threat is in honey,” Martin said seriously. “If we don’t stop using it, the bees may go elsewhere.”

“Martin, please,” I chastised, “there is no way it’s a honey issue. After all the research and testing we’ve done, it’s the atmosphere that poses the largest problem to continuation of mankind.”

“I think it’s the stupid people,” Mona muttered to herself. I shot her a dark look and she shrugged.

“What mischief is going on in here?” Hess said as he breezed in the doorway of the small planetary land ship.

I quickly put my shoulders back and smiled. He met my gaze but they passed by and settled on Mona. He wasn’t even paying attention. I cringed inside. I have the worst taste. That is my taste doesn’t taste back. Mona finally looked up and scowled. That only made Hess smiled more broadly. I shuffled out of the room. I had work to do. Important things. Very important things.

Love Me a Vampire ~ Writing Exercise

We always have fun at the Ink Slingers Guild meetings but I really enjoyed myself during this last meeting. At each meeting three of us writerly folk choose a word and then we all write for 5 minutes and must fit in those three words. We did four 5-minute exercises and I managed to continue my “story” throughout all four exercises. I thought it would be fun to share!

I hope you enjoy!

  •  Stuffy
  • Cold
  • Perceive

I could not perceive what in god’s name could be taking him so long. It was even more annoying because the ridiculous loser didn’t have a cell phone., I mean who doesn’t have a cell phone? Ok, I hadn’t actually met him in person yet so I shouldn’t be so judgmental but I couldn’t help myself. Ever since I recovered from a nasty cold last month I’ve hated waiting on people. I mean there is life to live already! Let’s get moving and get things done!

I sat at the table in the dimly lit diner and sipped at my coffee while I perused Facebook. People were so lame. No info about anyone accept for that stuffy guy, George who I knew because Sally only. I sighed and glanced at my watch. Two more minutes and I was out. I still wasn’t sure why I agreed to meet with Sally’s nephew anyway. Just because I can build websites doesn’t mean I want to do them for every Tom, Dick and Harry.

The door to the diner jingled open and I glanced up to behold the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I literally stared at his smooth, pale skin, dark eyes and slim build. I smiled. I could totally do that I thought. He walked over to my table.

“Ryan?” I questioned. He nodded and smiled wide. It was my lucky day.

  • Crouch
  • Finish
  • God

This man was a God I thought. Ryan slid into the chair next me as I wondered how my plain faced friend could have a relative this beautiful. I mean hold your chin up to keep the flies out gorgeous. I pulled my computer from my bag and set it on the table while Ryan ordered a chai tea from the drooling waitress.

I finished my coffee just as his tea arrived. I wasn’t very good at small talk until now. So far I had found out that he loved all types of tea, preferred the second Crouching Lion Hidden Tiger movie to the first and hated Rod Stewart music. I was on my game. He leaned in and looked at my screen. He smelled like vanilla and coffee. Yum. I was definitely going to have me some of that.

  • Strap
  • Shower
  • Burn

Seriously, I was burning by the time we wrapped up going over the website he wanted. Apparently, Ryan was some hotshot motorcycle racer and the idea of him covered in motorcycle gear and straps made me ridiculously happy. If I had anything to do with it, I would be showering with this man in the morning.

We chatted amenably as we left the diner.  I saw his motorcycle at the curb two cars away and nodded toward it. Nice,” I commented. He grinned and led me to it. A sleek flat black helmet hung on the side as he pointed out things and I nodded enthusiastically.

“Would you like to pop in to my place for a swim in the pool?” I asked after he finished showing off his machine.

“That sounds awesome,” he smiled at me again. I was such a goner.

“My house is just in the back here,” I pointed at the alley that led to my neighborhood. We were halfway through it when he turned and pushed me gently into the wall.

  • Slow
  • Forget
  • Fantasy

I could not believe my luck. I mean Ryan couldn’t even wait to get to my house to steal a kiss. I was feeling so lucky I think my head was about to explode right off my shoulders.  The tension in the air added to the fantasy that had been brewing in my mind.

He slowly brushed a finger down the side of my face. I swear I forgot my name. There was nothing but his dark eyes and wide smile. I tried to speak and he put a finger over my mouth as he leaned to my neck. He took in a deep breath.

“My dear,” he whispered, “you are so intoxicating. I couldn’t wait another moment.”

I sighed and bent my body toward him. His lips found my neck and my nerves exploded in pleasure.

“Thank you,” he whispered. My moan was cut off as the sting of teeth pierced my skin.

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The Storyteller by Nicole DragonBeck

A beautiful tale that brought tears to my eyes… Enjoy!

Stories My Friends Started

For Briana Jaeger, I hope you like it.

My jaw dropped as my eyes unveiled the secret before me…”

“And what was it?” a small boy in the back piped up.

“I’m getting there,” James said, a little crossly. He hated being interrupted when he was telling a story. He took a moment to remember where he was. “My jaw dropped as I saw what it was the ancient chest contained.” He paused, daring anyone to jump in. “It was an apple.”

“That’s all?” The small boy looked put out. “I have one of those every day.”

“But it wasn’t just any apple,” James said with a triumphant shake of his fist. “It was the last golden apple of the Tree of Time.”

“How do you know it was the last one?” a girl sitting in the front asked. “Maybe there were others.”

“Yeah, maybe there were others!” several…

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Author Mercedes Fox

I was lucky to meet author Mercedes Fox online recently and I’m excited to share her with you! One of the things I really like about her is how she feels about critiques. I couldn’t agree more. If you’re an artist – trust yourself. Make YOUR art and don’t listen to what people say you should do (or worse!). Here’s Mercedes! Enjoy!

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About Mercedes Fox

 

I’ve been writing seriously for the last 4 years. I’m married for 20+ years and we have three adorable furbabies. I enjoy benchrest competition shooting, crocheting, reading, and spending money.

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What are you up to right now? I’m working on Vengeance of the Werewolf 3 which is going to tell Principal Nico Howell’s story. I left him with a cloud of questions surrounding him in book 1. I’m also working on another erotic short story and horror short story.

Tell us a little about your book; Poaching the Immortal – where did the original ideas for the story come from? I’ve seen a couple movies along the same lines and read a couple books. Because I love werewolves and Ted is my star it just felt right he go to Alaska.

Do you have a set writing routine that you follow?  No I’m keep telling myself to make a daily schedule but as soon as I do everything changes and my schedule is null and void.

Do you have any advice for aspiring authors? Don’t let anyone put you or your work down. Don’t let yourself get belittled because someone doesn’t believe its more than playtime. And stick to it. Write what you want. Don’t worry about your mom reading it. If she knows you, she’ll just smile and shake her head.

What are your three all-time favorite books? Any of the Harry Potter books and Ada the Ayrshire 

What do you get up to when you aren’t writing? I crochet and read and go shopping.

Do you use critique partners to get feedback on your work? Nope never have.PTI 1 (002)

What were you like at school? I was an A student and played in the band a couple years.

Were you good at English? I was, but my mother made sure I knew what I was doing and understood it.

What are your ambitions for your writing career? I’d really like to be just a writer. I currently am only writing.

So, what have you written? Vengeance of the Werewolf, Poaching the Immortal, Life After: Werewolf Domination, Mitch: Naughty Teddy Bear Tale

Which actor/actress would you like to see playing the lead character from your most recent book? Matt Damon would make a great Ted Applegate

Do you ever get writer’s Block? Yup. I had a really bad case for a few months before I finished Poaching the Immortal. I’ve since purchased a book with writing prompts to help the writers mind.

Do you proofread/edit all your own books or do you get someone to do that for you? Never ever do your own editing. Yes proof and edit when you’re done with the first manuscript, but gather your pennies and get it to a professional editor before ever considering publishing it. Trust me, if you don’t, it will hurt you, your brand, and your book.

Who edited your book and how did you select him/her? I have a fabulous editor, Wendy Schirmer. I found her through a different site a couple years back, she offered great rates and she was very good. Never once did I feel like a noob even though that’s exactly what I was.

Who designed your book covers? These are all me. I’ve recently updated the covers on my first 2 books, Vengeance of the Werewolf and Life After. Thanks to all the interviews I do, I learned about how other authors design their covers and where to get images. I do want to have a cover drawn up for me for which I own the rights, but I don’t have the money required for the service yet.

Do you think that the cover plays an important part in the buying process? I’m going to answer this question from the customer POV. Whether I’m in the store or looking online, if that cover looks noobish, seen it on several other books, or it just screams “not professional” at me I tend to move past it. I know this is rather harsh but I do this with all my shopping. So yes that cover is extremely important. It’s the first step to get your book looked at, picked up or clicked on. I know it’s said ‘never judge a book by its cover’, but that’s just not true. If the cover looks ridiculous more than likely the inside will be ridiculous.

Here’s how to find out more about Mercedes and her books:

Thanks Mercedes!

 

Time for Reflection

I’ve had an interesting few months — not so much in the way of getting things done but more in the art of not doing anything. I’ve been working so hard this past year that I dug myself into the ground and forgot what exactly I was working toward. And when that happened, I just stopped.

I needed to pull back and look.

What am I doing that is taking away from what I want? What am I doing for others that is their goals and purposes rather than mine?

That may seem odd to you, but for me, I will truck along nicely until I take on too many things that are not really my goals but those of others. Sometimes I do it just to help, sometimes because I feel obligated and sometimes because at that moment, they seem like the right thing to do.

What I found was that there were a few things that I did want to see happen but I felt they were things that really were further into the future. Things that will be done but after…later when other things that need to be done first actually get done.

Unfortunately, my realization affected some other people. I had to announce what it was that I needed to do and let them know that some projects were hitting the back burner. No one seemed to be concerned about it too much so that was nice.

That was a little over two weeks ago. Now, I am finally getting my happy rhythm back. A little more is done each day toward what I want, but I’m not forgetting that there is more to life and I am working on enjoying the day to day challenges while also stopping and taking in the beautiful view around me.

My children are amazing and creative and lovely.

Better than the finest rose, my husband has a scent that can stop me in my tracks and snuggling with him gives me the calms. I must do that more.

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Working full time, running a household, a publishing company, a writer’s group and trying to get novels written can really take you over if you don’t stop to take in the view of what you’re doing, where you’re going and what’s important.

I’m back on track and looking forward to sending out some royalty checks to some very deserving novelists, finishing up the edits to my Book 2 and getting them back to the editor and many other things that need to get done and I want to get done.

And of course, I will continue to watch my current ridiculous addiction of Teen Wolf, the epic Shannara Chronicles and Lucifer. Plus read whatever my book choice of the day is. And keep learning to ride a motorcycle.

And I will continue to look around and see the beauty in whatever I can.

Cheers!

P.S. On a completely non-related note, the soundtrack for the Assassin’s Creed is absolutely fantastic for whatever ails ye.

Hot Damn, Ms. Claus by Lisa Barry

A little fun!

Stories My Friends Started

To Trish Collins ~ thank you for the first line that led to such a fun little yarn!

A Santa costume isn’t the easiest place to hide a gun. 

Especially when it’s a cheap Mrs. Santa Slut suit and some asshat decided to ship you a size too small when you needed it fast. I had no idea where I was going to find another in less than a day so I had to improvise.

I went and found a ridiculous pair of thigh high boots and fashioned a furry white topper for each. After placing a buckle on the sides, I was able to tuck the gun inside my right thigh inside the boot. It would be an evening event so the darkness would be on my side.

I was certain that the decorator Mr. Grayson McNeally had hired would keep his home muted and candle lit, soft and…

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