I have a book out!! A dream realized!! It feels so good to put out product after working on it for such a long time! Its a book of short stories.
I’ve started something called The Really Short Story Project. This book is just the first of many.
The Book is called The Really Short Story Project: 54 Stories of Micro/Flash/Sudden Fiction Volume 1. A long title for a book of short stories! Ha!
It is available on Amazon Kindle and Amazon as a paperback. Here is the link: https://www.amazon.com/Really-Project-stories-Sudden-Fiction-ebook/dp/B06Y4KJFQQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1492101001&sr=8-1&keywords=54+stories
Hi! I’m James Lott Jr, the head of Blakhope Productions and from time to time I will be sharing samples of my work. I am working on a book collection of Flash/Micro Fiction Stories. Basically VERY short stories. I just discovered this arena last year and I love it! I am going to share one with you today. It’s an exclusive for just this site. I hope you enjoy and please give me feedback if you like!
Sheila walked in. She couldn’t believe her eyes! It was her! Standing right in front of her was her daughter and granddaughter. granddaughter?! Sheila couldn’t believe that she would be saying that at this age in her life. The daughter was nervous. They hadn’t seen each other in 3 years! “Where have you been?” Sheila asked. The daughter responded, “Far away but I knew it was time to come home.” Tears started streaming down Sheila’s face.Tears began to run down her daughters face. The baby lay quiet in her arms.Mother and daughter come to each other and hug and cry. They hug for a few minutes. Then Sheila looks down at her new granddaughter but she’s gone. Sheila looks up at her daughter and she slowly disappears.
“Mom….mom….MOM!” a male voice yells out to her. Sheila turns around and a tall,young male is standing there. “Mom, you didn’t hear me calling for you?” “Sorry I didn’t.” “I’m ready to go” he says impatiently. “I’ll meet you downstairs” she tells him as she wipes her face. He turns and goes downstairs. She walks over to the mirror and looks at herself. “Sheila.” a female voice says behind her. “Sheila!” Sheila turns around, it’s a funeral director. Sheila is in a funeral home The director and her male assistant (who look like her daughter and son) are standing there each with a small urn in their hands. The director says, ” I know this is hard day for you, today is the day we honor the death of your baby twins. We want to do your baby boy and baby girl justice.” Sheila looks and a teardrop falls down her face.