Stories for Haitian Relief Project

Over at, writers are posting links to stories that they’ve put up on their blogs or webpages in hopes that readers will donate to help relieve the suffering and chaos that the earthquake brought to Haiti. They’re not posting the stories at that site–and they’re not relinquishing any rights, as far as I can tell. Do you have a story to donate? Do you want to read some of the stories? Go to the site for details.

I’m trying to write a story that would be decent enough to post over on the site, but I don’t hold out much hope. I’ve been scolded recently by several other bloggers who say that those of us who get rejected regularly are deluding ourselves insofar as thinking that our work simply didn’t appeal to that particular agent/editor, and that we’re just writing crap, and that if we’d only FIX the crap, birds would sing and the sun would rise in a glorious orange burst. I think what they’re talking about is more like an atomic blast behind the mountains, but oh well. At any rate, I wanted to pass along the link in case any of you had stories to donate.

If you’d like to make a try at writing one, here’s a couple of prompts for you. First line:

“My teacher can kill with her voice.”

Or this one:
“Until I find the red Frito Bandito eraser, I might as well consider myself done for.”

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“There’s always a non-Voodoo explanation for everything.”– the TV character Monk

“Ha!!! This is what we want you to believe, of course.”–Marie Laveau, Queen of Voodoo


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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