Today I share with you four short stories, each in five sentences. Enjoy.
He didn’t have to lie. She didn’t ask. He lied anyway. Now he would have to face her wrath, however it may manifest. Too bad.
Did he think it was funny to stand her up? Surely, it couldn’t have been a joke. She didn’t find it funny. Still, she’d continue to set up dates with him just to see if he’d show up. Eventually, she got tired and told her own joke.
How could she make him like her again? She’d made a fool of herself on more than one occasion trying to appease him. She couldn’t handle his rejection. So, she’d work her magic. And he would feel it.
There was a hole there now. She had opened it, but rejection and disappointment closed it. Betrayal ripped a hole in it. Who knew whether it was a good or bad thing to be open unintentionally. Both the heart and the ego had been torn.
I was scrolling through some of the blogs I follow and this post stood out to me. There’s so much truth to this it’s almost overwhelming. As I write and have written over the past year I have learned so much about myself. So many things I’ve done or didn’t do, mistakes and choices I made make so much more sense now that I’ve actively been responding to the calls that come from within instructing me to write something–anything at all.
“An artist is always alone – if he is an artist.” – Henry Miller Writing is a lonely job, no doubt about it. And no matter how successful you might become, you’re still alone. It’s the inexorable truth of the writer’s condition: you sit at your desk, in an empty room or in the most […]
What can I say about Death in the City other than Whew! This book played with my emotions and took me to places that I typically read about and pray that I never experience in real life. Death in the City most certainly lives up to its title and cover. This is the third book I’ve read by Keith Kareem Williams and he has earned both my respect and my readership, making his way up my list of favorite authors.
The synopsis reads: A mother loses her son and completely loses her faith in the God she had served faithfully for her entire life. Trapped lovers try desperately to escape a lifestyle that, for a time, had comforted and kept them alive in a city that has always been trying to devour them. A reluctant assassin crosses paths with a woman who is determined to collect a pound of flesh…
So many ideas, so little time. I can’t even begin to predict how the next several months will go, but I have high hopes and several things I’d like to accomplish. For starters, my second book, Sunlight, Coffee & Roses (SC&R for short), has turned into something totally different from what I had initially thought it’d be. Instead of a collection of short stories, it is blossoming more into a novel. I went through a serious period of writer’s block, especially after I finished Reflection in the Music. Then again, I’m not sure I’d call it writer’s block. I was just tired. The experience of writing and self-publishing was more emotionally and mentally and physically draining than I had anticipated. Add to that my everyday responsibilities and I had to take a step back from working on my second book and even updating this blog as frequently—I never stopped writing, though. What’s funny is I’ve had ideas for all types of poems, short stories and other books, but couldn’t seem to sort out my thoughts for SC&R. I had a deadline that I set for myself to finish this book last November, but as it is April, I’ll just take my precious time and aim for mid-summer. That seems like an appropriate time for a title such as Sunlight.
If you have read my book Reflection in the Music, then you’ll already be familiar with the character of Sherri in this five sentence fiction. At some point in the future I’m going to fully tell her story. Her book is in the making, but for now I have to finish Sunlight, Coffee and Roses.
Sherri wanted to go as far as she possibly could to get away from everything and everyone. Not that she had that many people to get away from. The one person she was dying to get close to, she couldn’t forgive.
“Fuck this and fuck her,” Sherri sighed as she zipped her last suitcase and prepared to load her car.
As accomplished as she was she had yet to travel as much as she desired, but today, if she did nothing else, she would earn her passport.
Is there really a such thing as a platonic relationship between men and women or is that another one of those abstract concepts? That’s a question that many people attempt to answer on a daily basis and it is one of the many questions author James Fant attempts to answer in his novel CoEd.
The synopsis reads: Can a man and a woman be best friends without somebody catching feelings?
Travis Barber and Sade Styles are best friends of the opposite sex. Despite what everyone thinks, they are not getting busy…yet.
Co-owners of a popular barbershop/salon in named CoEd, Travis and Sade spend the bulk of their days together. But when Sade’s apartment lease runs out and Travis offers her the spare bedroom of his newly built house, will they end up sharing more than just the utilities?
This witty, fast-paced romance seeks to answer the question: can a man…