I have a collection of my short stories available at Amazon titled, "Scattered Bones". From today until November 30th, I'm offering the Kindle version for FREE. Yeah, I know all the flash fiction I have out there is free on the US Amazon site (haven't broken the code with the UK site yet), but you also get three short stories, "Burial Ground", "Reflections" and "Broken" in this collection, which aren't free. Nice little read for a long Thanksgiving weekend!
So . . . why do I think short stories are magical? Below is the intro for "Scattered Bones", which I believe explains it pretty well. If you'd like to grab yourself a copy, just click on the picture.
Introduction
The Magic of Short
Stories
I always
tinkered with the idea of writing fiction while growing up, but never formally
put pen to paper until my late 30's. I still remember the moment I decided to
start writing; it was April 2001, and I was on a remote assignment for the Air
Force in the middle of Alaska, sitting in my dorm room & counting down the
days until I could return home to my wife & kids in California. I'd
finished reading an absolutely horrid
horror novel (pun intended)—the author and title escape me—and thought to
myself, "If this joker can write a book, I certainly can!" So, later
that night, armed with a boatload of blissful inexperience and a clunky Acer
Pentium 75 desktop, I started the draft that would eventually become my first
novel, The Coming. I soon discovered writing a novel was far more
difficult than I thought, and later realized finding an agent and/or publisher
willing to take on a new writer was even more frustrating than I'd ever
imagined. The hundred-or-so rejection letters I received for that first novel
(including a very special one date-stamped the day prior to the date I sent the query package) never stopped me,
though. I truly enjoy telling stories,
and I haven't quit writing since.
For those who've
written a novel, you know it's quite an all-encompassing endeavor. Some writers—those prolific wordsmiths whom I
happen to envy—can pump-out a novel in a matter of months, or even weeks. Sadly, I tend to write much like Forest Gump
runs: not very fast, but steady when the spirit decides to move me (I also like
boxes of chocolates, and I'm not a smart man, but that's not important right
now). Novels are a time-sucker, and like
most writers not named King, Koontz,
Patterson or Saul, time to write comes late at night or early in the morning,
before or after the normal hours of
the day, where one must take care of the annoying day job/rent/mortgage/car
payment/eating thing. More than
anything, that simple fact is why I enjoy writing short stories—when it comes
to time-sucking, short stories aren't quite as vampiric as the Great American
Novel tends to be.
While perusing
the titles at Smashwords.com (where I first published The Coming and my
second novel The Mengele Effect as eBooks), I ran across a short, flash
fiction horror story. I read it, enjoyed
it, and did a little research. Flash
fiction—stories with word counts anywhere between 300 and 1,000 words—seemed
like a perfect way for me to put pen (fingers) to paper (keyboard) and give
birth to some of the ideas bouncing around inside my misshapen noggin. They wanted out. So, I obliged.
My initial
venture into flash fiction, titled "Ripple", is the first story in
this collection. I wrote in on a
Saturday afternoon, and published it on Smashwords the next day. For me, the magic of crafting short stories
began a few hours later, when "Ripple" received its first
review. Two little words. One was "Definitely", the other,
"disturbing". With that, I
knew I'd hit the exact mark I was aiming for, and the aforementioned spirit
gave me a forceful shove.
Most of the
stories in this collection—with the exception of "Reflections",
"Burial Ground" and "Broken"—are flash fiction pieces, each
roughly 1,000 words in length. If you
want a little scare before you head off to work, or before you crawl into bed
for the night, a quick dose of flash fiction might just be the ticket. I'll let you decide.
So, now that
I've rambled on for much too long, why do I think short stories are magical,
you ask? If I can take your hand and
lead to a different place—if only for a few short minutes—and guide you down
that darkened path of the mind where fear and shock await at every turn, then
yes, I believe that is surely magical.
If I happen to scare you, shock you, cause you to wonder, or perhaps
make you smile a little, the magic, my friend, is there.
Each story in
this collection is a small, emaciated bone tossed along the darkened path down
which I wish you to travel. I encourage
you to pick them up as you go, touch them, hold them in your hands for a bit,
feel the texture. If I've done my job,
you may realize these little scattered bones seem oddly familiar. As well they should, for down deep—whether
you wish to admit it or not—they're part of you.
I hope you enjoy
reading these stories as much I as I enjoyed writing them.
After all, I
wrote them especially for you.
Chuck Grossart
Bellevue,
Nebraska
November 16th, 2013
So there you have it. Enjoy the magic, and have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
I have enjoyed your Flash Fiction tremendously. You are a word craftsman & developed your skills into a fine art form.
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