This is an entry for the Cracked Flash Fiction weekly writing contest. They provide the first sentence, and writers have 300 words maximum to create some fun. Here's my entry for this week, which is a continuation of the story I wrote for Cracked a few weeks ago, Poker Face: Misfire "This is incredibly disturbing …
Author: GriffithsKL
Revelation 16:15 (a fiction story)
I'm not really a planner. Planning's fine for the boss, but my work doesn't allow for it. Who-moved-my-cheese doesn't fly when you've got thousands of products needing to ship instantly, and tomorrow could be dead. Firefighters don't plan; they're ready. Always. That's how it is with me. I don't expect you planner-organizers to understand. Just …
Carpool*
Carpools. Whatever responsibility they take from you in terms of time-on-road, they drop back on you in burden-for-others. The half hour stint in rush hour is often fraught with excitement: Thanks to the idiots who use their commute to act out Grand Theft Auto and the crashes they leave behind, or the excitement of a …
Cracked Flash Fiction – Poker Face
Remember that flash fiction contest whose deadline I missed last week? Well, I'm in love- with their prompts, and with the idea of naming my characters after my students. 🙂 Also, wouldn't it be an upset to have my students enter and beat me out of this contest? Consider that a challenge. Deadline's midnight tonight. …
Cracked Fiction Prompt
I found a cool writing site I'd like to share. The folks at Cracked Flash Fiction know how to motivate. Using a 300 word maximum and a 24-hour deadline, they supply you with a first line, and you get creative. Also, you get pithy. It felt like I was chopping the legs off my Frankenstein …
Don’t Forget: The Bird Died
Death makes you think things. Like, even if you're beautiful and cerulean-flashy and you have wings, your end will come. Beauty won't stave the grim reaper, much as we'd like to believe. Still, I always thought a pair of wings would be super. That way, when life got dicey, I could just fly away. Hawks …
Fiction, a Confession
The beauty of fiction is that you can say all the things you wanted to say, then shrug and tell people, It's fiction. It's like being in the confessional booth with a stuffed bear. Father, forgive me. I put a saber between the ribs of my neighbor's hound dog for defecating on my lawn today. …
Shooting up Motivation
Phenomenal. I want that to be my word of the year. Easier said than done, I know. I have a plan. But first, a story. I choose to tell you about working out, though there are many areas in which I want to be phenomenal. Working out is a universal bane, er... goal. I'm not …
I Still Do.
I still do. More than twenty years have passed, and I love my husband as fiercely as the day I said the words. For that, I thank God. Twice. First, because God shows me how to love, and second, because when we follow God, we're easier to love. Bob is awfully easy to love, I …
Combating Christmas Overload, Best I Can
My list of Christmas action items feels longer than Santa's naughty list. The alarm grunts at me, and the I-should's instantly pop up like hostile beaver heads. Every time I knock one down, more pop up. I'm hoping I don't run out of time to slam them all into oblivion (thank you, imagination) before Christmas Day. My …
KL Griffiths 