Gabe. At 11 he's already a gentleman. I've lost him behind a held-open door thinking he's coming. A Wendy's double burger with cheese, mustard, pickles, and lettuce will make his day. He could easily stuff down a Wendy's triple, if he could just dislocate his jaw like a python. Gabe will share his last Swedish …
Author: GriffithsKL
F is for Flash Fiction
Zeke decided not to take the car, though God knew the tankish Oldsmobile could use some driving. For lack of destinations, the Olds sat in Zeke's garage decomposing. That used to bother Zeke. Now, in light of what Zeke had seen and heard from behind his living room curtains, it seemed such a silly thing. …
E is for Excellence
I love excellence. I chase it. But there's nothing special about me. I'm not particularly strong in mind or body. What I find difficult, that I do. My difficult and your difficult may be worlds apart. No matter. Increments. That's how I chase excellence. Eric Liddell is one of my heroes (Chariots of Fire), and I …
D is for Darwinism
Warning: some readers may find the following childhood memories too graphic. Darwin and I don't agree on everything, but that didn't stop me from acting out his theory of survival upon my brother. Yesterday I told you about Grandpop's train set and how Kev and I would use it as a trouncing platform. For the …
C is for Conniver
Conniver, third generation. That was me, per my grandpop. He used to tell me I was just like my mother and her mother. Even at ten years old I knew that wasn't a compliment. To be fair, Grandpop was right. My genetic predisposition for conniving would rear its ugly head whenever my little brother and …
A is for Albatross
I received an email* from one of my students. His problem: writer's block. I think he knows there are better-written articles on the subject by better-written writers than me. But I've been where he is. I'm there right now actually. You see, were it not for that A, I wouldn't be here. I'd be watching …
Cracked Flash Fiction – Misfire
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 …
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. …
KL Griffiths 