I Hope You Like Short Stories ‘Cause I Sure Do

Life as a new author …

So I’ve discovered that I like writing short stories.

I remember being in one of my classes years ago and the prof was lecturing about grief and the different stages. That got me daydreaming (I tend to do that a bit). I thought it would be a great idea to write a short story on the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Yes, I know the number of stages may vary depending on who you talk to but I’ll stick with the five.

In the midst of working on the Blood Crave Series, I’m always writing or editing other stories–it keeps my mind busy :). And don’t forget: I’m doing a giveaway on Goodreads for copies of Dahlia and Rowan (Rowan will be released in late April). Click on my Giveaways tab above for more info.

So going back to my short stories: I secretly published two in a single ebook and titled it, Dealing With It. (By secretly, I mean I told NO ONE at all and had no prior advertisement on the fact. Guess I have some work to do :).) It’s available on Amazon for $0.99. Prime Members can download for a free borrow.

Published March 29/2013
Published March 29/2013

I would love if you read a snippet of Dealing With It right here on my blog. I was thinking of making a collection of shorts/novellas that I’d possibly make into a print book.

Dealing With It, the first story in this ebook really flowed freely from me—it was effortless and I enjoyed the writing process. It’s simplistic. Abstracty. Sad. Short. It takes a look into a girl who is simply dealing with her emotions from the loss of a loved one.

I hope you enjoy! And your comments would be most welcomed.

PS. And yes, if you’ve read my other stuff before you may have realized that I have a thing about green. It’s my favorite color. So beware if you decide to get a copy.

DENIAL

“He’s gone.”

I looked up from my soggy bowl of cereal, shaking my head fervently. The spoon in my hand clattered against the bowl as my eyes landed on Ian.

“No,” I answered in return, uttered lowly under my breath. I felt my throat tighten against the food stuck in my throat. I concentrated, forcing myself to swallow the mushy bran flakes. The feeling was painful.

Tight.

Coughing, I spoke louder. “No!” I felt better saying it with more vigor, hanging onto that single word.

Tentatively, Ian walked over toward me. We must have looked strange to the outside world, Ian and I: me sitting so motionless at the kitchen table, a spoon hanging from my fingertips as I looked straight ahead, my head shaking back and forth repeatedly. Then there was Ian, now standing two feet away from me as if afraid to come any closer. His blond hair looked almost comical, standing on end. I would have laughed had it been any other situation. Jesse would be poking fun at him if he were here, asking Ian what electrical socket he tried to stick his finger into this time.

I did laugh then, scraping the wooden chair against the floor as I stood, startling Ian. I tilted my head in his direction, remarking, “You know, Jesse would be rolling on the floor right now at the way you look.” I walked closer to him, closing the gap between us and gave his arm a quick squeeze.

“When’s he coming home, anyway? I don’t want to miss seeing his expression when he takes a good look at you. It’ll definitely be priceless.” I moved away from Ian but he grasped me tightly by the elbow, refusing to let go.

I looked up at him in confusion, noticed that his blue eyes were unusually dark. He was frowning, a strange occurrence for him and it made me frown in return. I placed the tip of my index finger against his bottom lip, slowly tracing his unfamiliar expression as I looked up at him, a question in my eyes.

“Angie….” His tone was a little off. Hoarse, as if he hadn’t used his voice in a while.

Or he’d been crying.

I knew the next thing out of his mouth would be something I didn’t want to hear.

–Excerpt from Dealing With It (Two Short Stories)
Copyright © 2013 by Christina Channelle

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I almost forgot to mention. I got my first paycheck as an author. Woot! Woot! 🙂 I’d be popping a bottle of champagne if I had any. Oh well. I’m not rolling in the dough but my spirits are most definitely high!

I got PAID to do what I enjoy. Ain’t that something?


Among other things …

I’m starting my New Year’s Resolution tomorrow. Yes, I know I’m late, lol. I NEED to get back to the gym. With spring finally making an appearance, I believe my hibernation is ending and frankly, I no longer have a valid excuse.

Sigh.

Wish me luck!

CC

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