tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45048990353548626022024-09-04T19:35:27.017-06:00A collection of short stories that you may just enjoy!Crystal L. Kirkhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07281056232891451017noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504899035354862602.post-86101026053440975242012-04-02T20:33:00.001-06:002013-04-12T13:06:56.666-06:00

Apology ~ 100 words Side by side, we walked beneath the stars. Our footsteps on the weathered boards, the ocean dancing beneath our feet – those were the noises that occupied the vast silence between us. We reached the end of the pier and stared out at the ocean. “I’m sorry.” I could hear the weight of our past in his confession. In the eternity of a second, I considered all the words he

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Special thanks goes to The Capillary for all her help and encouragement. I highly recommend reading some the excellent flash fiction she has posted on her blog. The Pilgrimage ~ 437 words Shadows crept across the wall as the five pilgrims walked in silence. Each carried a single red rose that stood out like a drop of blood against their drab attire. They picked their way through the rubble

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Have I been working on any of the things I mentioned in my last post? No, I have not. I have been contemplating and thinking about other writing related things. My problem is a matter of applying my butt to a chair and working till I'm bleeding on the keyboard. I just suck at it. As much as I want to write, I keep putting it off. I am trying to get myself back on track and to find a way of

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That was a very long nap. A Rip Van Winkle kind of nap. I never intended to abandon this post and that is still not my intention, but I took a nap. I've been writing - not completing - and in my other blog I've talked about my focus on the short story. I was working really hard on the short story up till work went psychotic and then NaNo came up. I plan on returning to that short story I never

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As promised, a new update before Christmas. So I get to keep all my fingers, right?Chelsie tried her best not to fidget too much as she waited for 6pm to roll around. Tonight was opening day all over again, but with more customers at least. She had no idea if any musicians were going to show, but both Chloë and Aiden assured her that the word was out. Chelsie glanced around and saw a guitar or

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Yeah, I messed up. It's now December and I haven't posted a single G2L update since March. I am fail. On the other hand, I'll be starting writing on a regular basis again and this time I Swear it. I also wanted to plug my personal blog at http://aka-click.blogspot.com. It's really not that interesting, but it is keeping me on track, or at least that is the idea. :DSo update soon. Before Christmas

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Do I have an excuse for the long absense? Sure do. Am I going to bother telling you? Nope. Just accept my humblest apologies and let's hope I can get another update before the end of the month.Chelsie tried not to stare too long at the boy that sat across the table from her. She had to look at him, of course, but that didn’t mean she had to stare. He was the opposite end of the scale from the

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Chloë needed no training at all and the customers seemed to love her from the start. It took less than a week for her to memorize the orders of every regular that came into Grounds to Leaves. Everything she made, from coffee to Italian sodas, came out perfect every time. During a slight lull one rainy afternoon, Aiden managed to corner Chelsie by the cash register. Chelsie had been trying to

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I was not expecting to be out of town for this long. Unfortunately this means my writing time is effectively 0hrs per day. For this I am sorry, but right now it also means paying the bills. I should be working right now, but I took a minute to write here that I have not finished here nor forgotten Grounds to Leaves. I will see if I can squeeze in some sort of time to post something creative, but

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*ahem* I apologize that this weeks installment of GtL is not up yet. Unfortnately I've been a little swamped with other things lately and have not had time to finish this week (although it is plotted and started). I will make an attempt to have something up this weekend or Monday at the latest if I can. If I can't manage this deadline than you WILL have the next installment on the regular

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The first person to answer their help wanted ad was an interesting young lady by the name of Chloë. Chelsie couldn’t help but stare at her as she came through the door at 6:15pm on the dot. The fact that she was punctual was a plus, but Chelsie had a feeling Aiden would want to say no based on her looks alone. Chloë could only best be described as a gothic hippie. Her long hair had been died a

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The rest of the week following their opening day brought little in the way of new customers. Chelsie couldn’t help despairing. The best thing to happen to them so far was that they had a regular customer. Their first of what Aiden assured her would be many regulars. It figured though, that the one person who would be a regular at Grounds to Leaves would be a total jerk. He was undeniably rude to

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Few lights illuminated the interior of the store across the street. Those few dim pools of illumination didn’t allow her to see much, but Chelsie took in the view with glee. She cast her eyes up at the sign above the window. Even without any light shining upon the golden writing she could read it quite easily. Grounds to Leaves.Her legs stirred the early morning mist as she made her way across

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Grounds to Leaves is a series of short stories that take place in a café of the same name. The café is owned and operated by Chelsie McIntyre and Aiden McAllister. They are of very opposite personalities and will often bicker over the littlest of things. However, in the end they usually manage to find some common ground.The stories that you will find in the Grounds to Leaves series will contain a

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He threw his arm over this face, trying to block out the odd yellow-green light that was trying to wake him. He stretched slightly and grimaced at the pain in his back. The ground was softer than he was used to, but it was no real bed. A screeching from deep within the jungle brought him fully awake in amazement. He blinked as he looked around at the strange plants that surrounded him.“How the…”

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