Showing posts with label Fairy Tale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fairy Tale. Show all posts

Monday, July 16, 2018

A Fairy Tale


Once upon a time, a handsome (so we're told) prince* in the land of Amazon had an idea.

"I'll create a platform to help beginning and lesser-known authors write and publish stories based on established fictional universes!" the prince exclaimed in his odd, though native, Princeton tongue.

image of quill and parchment

He waved his magic wand and created Kindle Worlds where a famous author would allow others to add to the body of work he or she had created. There were guidelines in place, of course, to protect the original author from damage, but it allowed those not-so-famous writers to join the party. It seemed like a good deal for everyone. The famous authors get publicity for their work and the struggling authors get the benefit of writing stories for a world with which the reader would be familiar. The readers of those worlds would benefit by having more stories than ever to chose from and enjoy. The Prince would take a cut of the profits.

Then one day, a greedy ogre (who had been disguised as the aforementioned handsome prince) decided it wasn't worth the time and expense to do all this. The payoff wasn't enough. The ogre took out a sword—or pen, as the case may be—and slew Kindle Worlds. Darkness spread over the land.

End of story.

Not much of a tale, I suppose, but that's the way it looks to many writers. No hero to save the day here. Was the prince really an ogre or was Kindle Worlds an empty, deteriorating wing of his publishing palace? I don't know. What I do know is that closing it down threw a bucket of cold water onto the plans of some aspiring writers.

The effect of all this became apparent when I checked on the author page of a writer I'm familiar with: Terri Deno.

A short while ago, Terri had a nice collection of works to display.

Terri Deno's book before Kindle Worlds went away

Now, not so much...


Even if you had the book's URL (Melody of Love used as an example here), all you got was this:

Even when the books still were on Amazon, the links went nowhere...

No offense to Barney, but that's not what I was looking for.

Terri had done the work and played by the rules, but that didn't matter somehow. Three of her five books were for Kindle Worlds. Now the books are gone. Can they be rewritten and published in a format that won't violate the rules Amazon and the original author have put in place? Sure, but it's hard enough to write a book once. Writing it twice seems like punishment.

Is there a moral to this story? Perhaps it's take charge of your own destiny. Easier said than done when you're a writer. Or be patient; the most beautiful flowers are often the last to bloom. Or those who seem most eager to help aren't always your friend. Pick one. Or three. Best of all—write your own.


* He graduated from Princeton, so I'm assuming he was a prince. I could be wrong.


© 2018 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

I Think I'm Being Taled


Just a reminder: It’s okay to leave comments!


Yes, the title of this blog post is so bad, and yet so true.

I noticed the other day I have stories in three anthologies with the word TALES in the title. Coincidence? Perhaps. It wouldn't seem so odd if I had stories in fifty or a hundred anthologies, but I only have entries in eleven published collections. Must be a statistical anomaly.

The latest is Tales by the Tree from BHC Press. If you're looking for an entertaining bunch of short stories for the holidays, this is the book! My story is The Last Snowfall. It's about a young girl trying to deliver a special Christmas gift for her mother—only she hasn't much time!

BHC Press was good enough to Tweet a link to an excerpt from my story, The Last Snowfall, published in the holiday-themed anthology Tales by the Tree! Thanks!


The next anthology is Dead Men's Tales from Fringeworks Press. My contribution is called Skarett's Treasure. This is a ghost/pirate story concerning a young man, Thomas, who becomes a pirate—somewhat unwillingly—to win the heart of a beautiful woman. You might find this story a bit hard to swallow. Then again, so does Thomas...


The final anthology is called Tales from the Bully Box published by Elephant Bookshelf Press. My story, One Above Zero, is about a girl who is the target of a bunch of bullies until one of the bullies sees the real problem. It's a good book for middle grade children.


That's all the tales I have for the moment. But check back from time to time—you never know when I might grow another tale!

(OK - I started with a bad pun, so I had to end with one.)



P.S. It would be great if you could check out Terri Deno's Patreon site and, perhaps, consider supporting her writing efforts! Struggling authors need all the help they can get!


© 2017 K. R. Smith All rights reserved

Thursday, July 16, 2015

DFQMND - A Midsummer Night's Dream Writing Contest




Image of fairy: http://www.yearningforwonderland.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/DFQMND-204x300.jpg


A new writing challenge
from


So here are the details:

It is summer, a faint breeze blows, and the leaves are rustling. As dusk falls, the fireflies glow in a distant meadow. Have you not felt the magic of a summer night? Your story should.

Let us celebrate a midsummer night by creating 400 words.

For your theme, your story must take place, at least in part, on a summer evening. Also, choose one from the following list:
  Dreams
  Fairytales
  Myths

Your story should be posted on your personal blog or a friend’s and linked up with the Inlinkz tool (which opens July 15).

Note: The contest opens at midnight CST on July 15 and continues till midnight July 31. 

Prizes will be announced in a future post. You only have two weeks once the contest opens on July 15, what are you waiting for?




This is more of a traditional fairy tale...




Deirdre's Dream


    Exhausted, Deirdre fell to the ground and began to weep. "I'll never find my way home!" She sat wiping her tears, thinking how foolish it had been to venture into the deepest part of the woods alone. It was morning when she had left, and now the first stars were sparkling in the evening sky. In the air around her, fireflies now signaled their presence, while on the ground, glowworms answered in kind. As her tired eyes began to close, their rhythmic blinking and the warm summer air soon lulled her to sleep.
    She did not slumber long, however, as a curious noise disturbed her dreams. She rubbed her eyes and saw little lights all around her, but they did not flash. When she looked closer, each was a glowworm held up like a lantern by a tiny being complete with gossamer wings. Their voices, so high-pitched, sounded like insects buzzing.
    "I must be dreaming," she said, "but it's such a beautiful dream I don't think I want to wake up."
    In front of her, their lanterns formed two lines stretching into the forest as if marking a trail. Behind her, a glimmering carpet covered the ground from hundreds of the little creatures. They began to march toward her, and when she jumped away from them, they followed. The only path she could see was that marked by the rows of lights. As she stumbled along, the lights extended ahead of her as those behind melted into the glowing mass dogging her footsteps.
     She started to run and yelled, "Leave me alone!" With fireflies flashing around her, Deirdre raced through the forest as the tiny army closed in from behind. She ran until she collapsed, her heart beating madly, knowing the little creatures would soon catch her.
    But they stopped.
    Too tired to wonder why, she curled up on the ground and, in time, fell asleep.
    Just before dawn, she awoke to the sounds from a house, of people moving about. It was her house, with her family gathering outside to start a search.
    She looked back to the woods. Only a few fireflies circled among the branches. Slowly, a smile came to Deirdre's face. She raised her hand and said, "Thank you."
    In unison, they gave one brilliant flash like silent lightning, then all went dark.
    Her smile grew wider as she whispered, "I'm home now."


(Word count without title: 397)




Just so it's easy to read the works of others who have entered, here are the links:

1. Unicorns are Evil! by Spencer Stoner  12. Assur - Jules Vilmur  23. Dreaming Just Enough - Olif  
2. The Princess and the Whispering Pines  13. Welcome Home, Sister - Mark Ethridge  24. The Exhibit by EilĂ­s Phillips  
3. A Midsummer Nightmare  14. Caught in a Midsummer Night's Dream - Toni Jayce  25. https://mercurialwind.wordpress.com/2015/08/02/of-stars-and-silence/  
4. Lisa Cresswell  15. Breaking Down on MidSummer  26. A Resurgence of Magic, by Matt Sloan  
5. The Ugly Duckling - Michael Wombat  16. Stolen Dreams by S.M. Lowry  27. http://wp.me/p1q2eD-Ya  
6. Maidenhead - Alison DeLuca  17. Lisa Shambrook  28. January in Sunset, by J.T. Ellis  
7. Waiting for Annabel Lee-Beth Avery  18. Listen by Dr. Pete  29. Mother May I, by Lyndsay E. Gilbert  
8. Deirdre's Dream by K. R. Smith  19. Dreams (random9q / Talia Loos)  30. https://upinyourglitter.wordpress.com/2015/08/06/t  
9. Miranda Kate  20. drmagoo  31. The Beach Bar - Dave James Ashton  
10. The Coming Winter - KJ Collard  21. Daniel Swensen  32. Only. Endure.  
11. Christina Krieger  22. Huckleberries and Hope  33. Jeff Tsuruoka 


Looking for a summer beach read? Here's a new romance/suspense novella from Terri Deno (Kindle format):






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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Grimm & Grimmer III - Finally!



It's been a long journey!

I knew things were really starting to move when I saw this on the Fringeworks' Facebook page:



Way back on January 5, 2013, I submitted a story to Fringeworks. It was a remake of the fairy tale The Fisherman and His Wife. In a blog post on that day, I said, "I made the deadline by 1 day. Now the waiting begins..." I had no idea how true that would be.

It was accepted and was to go into Grimm & Grimmer Volume IV, but, for whatever reason, they needed an additional story for volume III. So, a few weeks ago, the editor, Collin Fisher, asked if I'd mind if they bumped me up to volume III. I pondered this deeply for about a nanosecond, then said, "Yes, yes, and, with all due consideration, yes." He was also concerned there might be additional delays for the following volumes, so it was an easy decision.

But all of the waiting is over and Grimm and Grimmer III is now available on Amazon!

    US Kindle
    US Paperback
    UK Kindle
    UK Paperback


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Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Christmas Gift



This story is for the 2014 Story Advent Calendar Blog Hop. It is a traditional-sounding fairy tale in the manner of the Grimm Brothers. I hope it is appropriate for the Blog Hop.





The Christmas Gift


    There are many places to which the Christmas season brings magic, but none more so than the land of Halcynia.

    It was in this land that Ellora lived with her three daughters. Their names were Chloe, Zoe, and for some reason, Sarah. Chloe and Zoe were the youngest, and got along very well together. Sarah was the center of trouble in the house, always teasing her sisters and treating them badly. When the three were together, there was usually a problem, and Sarah was the cause.

    One day, just before Christmas, there was a terrible fight, and Ellora pulled Sarah aside.

    "You will leave this house and not return until Christmas day. For every stranger you meet that has less than you, you will give them something of your own. You will do so until a stranger offers you a gift so wonderful it is beyond compare. On Christmas, you shall return and share it with your sisters. If you fail, I will ask you to leave this house forever."

    "But it's so cold outside and I have no place to stay! And Christmas is three days away! How will I survive?"

    "You will have your warm coat and I will give you some bread—but that is all. It should be enough for three days."

    So Sarah left her house and began her journey.

    On the first day, she met a poor girl who had no coat, so Sarah took off her own coat and gave it to her. The girl thanked Sarah, and as she began to walk away, Sarah asked the girl if she had a gift for her. The girl told Sarah she had nothing but the old clothes she wore and the coat she had just received.

    As Sarah continued on her way, she grumbled about how cold it was. She tore a strip of cloth from her long dress to use as a scarf.

    On the second day, Sarah met a man who had no food. She took the bread she had left and offered it to him. The man thanked Sarah, and as he started to walk away, Sarah asked if he had a gift for her. The man told Sarah he had nothing but the old clothes he wore and the bread he had just received.

    As Sarah continued on her way, she grumbled about how hungry she was and about the hunger pains in her stomach.

    On the third day, as Sarah was passing near some shops, a man ran by and dropped a small bag on the road ahead of her. An old man and woman saw the bag and picked it up. They found it contained several gold coins.

    "It must have been stolen," the old man said. "We must find who this belongs to."

    Only moments later, three soldiers came by on horseback. Seeing the man with the bag of coins, the officer in charge said, "He must be the thief. Arrest him!"

    Though the man protested, it was not until Sarah told the soldiers what had happened that they let him go and took off in pursuit of the real thief.

    As the man thanked her, Sarah said, "I am supposed to give you a gift, but I have nothing left."

    "You have told the truth and saved me from the soldiers. That is more than enough." The old man thanked her again, and they parted ways.

     As evening approached, Sarah hunted for a place to sleep out of the cold winter wind. She finally huddled under a large tree by the road, nestling into the fallen leaves for warmth. She was shivering and dreaming of the fireplace in her house when the old man and woman passed by again.

    "It is the girl who saved you from the soldiers," the woman said to her husband. "With no coat in this cold weather, she could fall ill—or worse—unless we help."

    The old man was puzzled. "What can we do?"

    "I have both a coat and a shawl. She may have my shawl. It isn't much, but it may keep her warm enough until the sun rises."

    The old woman wrapped the shawl around Sarah's shoulders and smiled at her. The shawl was old and tattered, but Sarah curled up within it, and soon her shivering stopped.

    When Sarah woke, it was Christmas morning, and she had no gift to share with her sisters but the old shawl. When she arrived back at her house, she prayed her mother would take pity on her and not make her leave home forever.

    Standing before her mother, she said, "I have failed. I did as you asked, but I received no precious gift and I have nothing to share with my sisters. I will pack what I have and leave."

    "Wait," Ellora said. "Where did you get this shawl?"

    Sarah told how the old woman had wrapped the shawl around her to protect her from the cold.

    "Don't you understand, Sarah? Her gift was not this tattered shawl. The gift she gave you was your life. There is nothing more precious than that."

    With those words, a sparkle of light grew within Sarah's eyes. "I think I do, but you said I must share this gift with my sisters. How can I share my life?"

    "It is the easiest thing in the world, but you must decide how. In the meantime, here is your Christmas gift."

    "You have a gift for me?"

    "Of course, Sarah. You may open it, if you wish."

    She opened the box to find it filled with her favorite cookies, all decorated with sugar and spices. Sarah started to take a cookie when she stopped. She turned to her sisters and said, "There is enough here for everyone," and offered them her gift. They all sat in front of the fire and told stories, enjoying a peaceful Christmas together for the first time.

    And so it was for every Christmas, and every day, thereafter.








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