January 6, 2013 by Kiersi
So far the typewriter micro-stories have been a big hit. It’s time to keep the gravy train rolling along! There are two things you can do to help (ok, maybe three):
1. Visit the new Typewriter Stories Tumblr page! (Then press “Follow” to get an update every time a new story comes out!)
2. Tell your friends! Post it to Facebook or Twitter or whatever it is that cool people like you do when sharing something you like.
3. Request one! Want a cute little story (starring you) typed up on the funkiest of funky typewriters, then wrapped in a cute envelope that says it was hand-crafted for you, and then mailed to your front door? Of course you do. WHO WOULDN’T. Amirite?
Just click Request a Story to get your own.
Maybe if this thing gets enough interest I will get some people to illustrate it–and maybe even make it into a book!
Category Contests | Tags: micro-stories,short stories,short-shorts,typewriter stories | 2 Comments
July 17, 2012 by Kiersi
If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve probably seen me talking about my new short story, currently titled D, but sometimes also known by the hashtag #MANdroid. “Mandroid” became a sort of joke after I shared the opening lines of the story with @eddyrivas.
The piece starts like this:
I have met the perfect man.
His name is D-084.
Category In Progress | Tags: androids,mandroid,publications,romance,sci-fi,short stories,speculative fiction,titles | 4 Comments
May 16, 2012 by Kiersi
We Were Summer and Winter
A short story
(If you’re new, start with Part 1.)
We did three more shows, and none were as good as our first. Ms. Gilbert was too kind to push for a between-show rehearsal to clean up our act, but the sudden change in our chemistry didn’t go unnoticed by everyone else.
“Are you guys fighting?”
“Did something happen?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Nothing happened. The stars just haven’t aligned, I guess.” (more…)
Category Writing/Free Reads | Tags: first love,Free Reads,short stories,We Were Summer and Winter,YA | 8 Comments
May 15, 2012 by Kiersi
We Were Summer and Winter
A short story
No one could say how long Dillon and I had been friends. His mother and my father had worked together since before either of us were born—I was a November baby, a winter child, while Dillon burst out screaming sometime in July, a summer child. We were always that: summer, and winter.
I can’t say we cared for one another much as toddlers, because I doubt toddlers care for much besides their mothers and their juice boxes. We likely flung our poop like monkeys and bit each other’s ears. Of course, the only moments captured on camera are sweet ones, like splashing in the bathtub or napping with uncanny peace in an oversized bed. (more…)
Category Writing/Free Reads | Tags: first love,Free Reads,short stories,We Were Summer and Winter,YA | No Comments
May 6, 2012 by Kiersi
It’s two a.m., maybe closer to two-thirty, maybe past two-thirty, and I’m driving back to my parents’ house in my dad’s new car. What a responsible family guy car, I think whenever I drive it. A four-door sedan, an up-and-coming car maker (this is important), and—he won’t admit it out loud—a stylish exterior. The color is copper. It looks nothing like copper. He got a piece of marketing material from the car company that was personalized with his name. So intrigued by it, by its personalness, he opened it. I love this about my dad. He is so genuinely curious. He has held onto that lovable trait all these years, one of the few.
Anyway, he opened it and inside was all this shoo-shaw marketing garbage with glossy color photos. He pored over it. He read out loud a passage about how Magellan’s discovery of South America (side note, I’m pretty pissed the Wikipedia page for Ferdinand Magellan is not the first result for the Google search “magellan”) was really attributable to the hard work of a Basque captain—Basque things always being a point of interest for my dad, as our family is some ubiquitous percentage Basque at all times—as my mom rolled her eyes. What a success for marketing. (more…)
Category Writing/Free Reads | Tags: cars,cops,late night,short stories,short-shorts,stupid,thriller | 2 Comments
April 2, 2012 by Kiersi
A short story
Nalya reaches over her shoulder and plucks another black, feather-tipped arrow from a leather quiver. In one fluid motion she notches the arrow in her bow, pulls the string tight, and closes one eye.
“Five points if I get this one,” she says, her long ears quivering with the bowstring.
Gorbash knows better than to bet with an elf regarding archery. He closes his toothy jaw and crosses his arms, his steel armor clinking. The skeleton just around the corner pauses at the sound, and turns a head full of empty sockets. (more…)
Category Writing/Free Reads | Tags: FreeReadsMonday,short stories,short-shorts,Skyrim,video games | No Comments
March 20, 2012 by Kiersi
The First Time, edited by Jessica Verday and Rhonda Stapleton
The First Time, edited by Jessica Verday and Rhonda Stapleton – Oh man, I gotta write this all fast so I won’t lose it.
That’s what this book is like. Each story is a temporal joy, a penultimate example of escapism. That’s what makes short stories great, really, and adding the fast-paced, attention sucking power of YA flick-lit to the mix only helps. There were more times than I can count over the last week where I found myself having to allot time to this anthology (and routinely running over said allotted time), or else I’d just plow through the whole thing at once. But I knew I needed to digest each story I read so I could write rationally about it later. (more…)
Category Book Reviews | Tags: anthology,book review,Jessica Verday,Rhonda Stapleton,short stories,The First Time | 2 Comments
December 10, 2011 by Kiersi
A Short Story
I first noticed him on Dark Ride 2. He used the default avatar every time: plasticene, off-white skin, a crop of brown hair, brown eyes and a blank, empty smile. In the winner profile screen, the UI displayed him standing with a trophy, waving his arm at us. To and fro. To and fro. Sometimes I would count how many times he waved before my time to ponder my second place loss ended and we moved on to the next course.
Player. That’s what he went by. You can see why it took me a while to notice him—to see the pattern. (more…)
Category Writing/Free Reads | Tags: short stories,videogames,voice | 4 Comments