Get a short story published

One sunny afternoon a boy met a girl. To her he was just friend, to she was his world. The girl was lonely and felt deathly afraid. The boy made her laugh and made her tears fade every night she would cry as she dotted her wrist. Every night he would cry for her to be his. Every day that she saw him her feelings grew. Every day that he saw her the more he know; their dreams were filled with the same things. Warm embraces and lovely feeling she was too scared to tell him how she truly felt. He had given up trying to make heart melt. Lose love until someone breaks the silence. Soul mates consumed by their own shyness
Until one day the boy couldn’t take it anymore. He marched straight to her house and walked right in the door. He went up to the room only to see. Another boy kissing her, now the boy felt free. He walked back out that door ignoring her screams. He didn’t want her to have to chase after him; he wanted to be unseen. If only he had been there a few minutes before. He would have seen the other boy push her through the door; though the girl’s screamed and screamed after her boy; he just walked away and for once listen to her story. He would have also seen the knife to her soft skin as he forced her to listen to him. After what happened that night she cried and cried. Nothing seemed to make her happy she felt as though she died. The boy also cried as he hung his legs from a bridge. He said “he could end it right now and never feel again. But then he thought of his girl so didn’t yet. And he decided to tell her and then he would have no regrets. So once again he walked back to her house slowly this time and silent as a mouse.
Once there he walked through the door, to see the soaked in blood and tears lying on the floor. He went to her side; she had no heartbeat. He noticed the cut on her wrist……but the cut was too deep. He read the note that laid next to her.
“Dear my love I have sinned in this world. But now the pain is over, but I will always remain your girl. You would have seen that even though he kissed me I didn’t have a say. He came in on own free will. No I couldn’t fight back because of the fear I had that he’d kill me……Oh I wish I had then wouldn’t hurt you. But today to end your pain I did what I had to do. Goodbye my boy I will see you up above your darling girl, your once true love.”Has he finished her note one single tear ran down his cheek. And he whispered “I will see you around.” With those last words he took a knife and sliced his wrist taking his life. Now the girl and boy did see each other again. They were sent to haven though they both sinned. After all that pain all that they deserved was those three special words to be heard. One important massage; heart are broken for words not spoken, so always say what you feel.

write it

Once I start to write it is easy going but then all of a sudden it all stops. The next day, week, month etc. I just can not find away for myself to get back inn that story. Meanwhile, other ideas and different subjects are jumping around in my head. I see my beginning and my ending but I can not fill the middle.

Has any heard of Relief for Writers? Well anyway they had this little thing where you send them your stories, poems, manuscripts etc. They would send them out to different publishers and create you a bio, tell you how to correct your writing. All for $350.00 a month and 175.00 for each re-submission.

I thought it all free until you get published.

Well my daily writing plan failed. My plan to use NaNoWrimo failed (i didn’d see the point in churning out 50K words of gibberish). But now my motivation is the good old fashioned thrill of having stories out there. Although I have only submitted a handful of stories in the past, just having them out there was pretty exciting, a bit like having a lottery ticket with slightly better odds. And getting nice rejection letters was a real boost. So my plan is to get back into the habit of trying to have at least a couple of stories “out there” at a time, just for the excitement of it.

And you never know, one might get published.

I have a new daily plan which involves writing minimum 500 words a day. Those words will be science fiction short stories. And I’ll keep on writing til I’m published!

I had a story published a few years ago as I was a runner up in a short story competition in Woman’s Own.
Although I was pleased to be chosen (only four winner out of three thousand entries) and liked seeing my story in print, I did not like the way it was edited. A few parts that I thought were important were removed, seemingly just to allow space for a picture of a woman reading a magazine. Seemed pointless to me. The readers surely already knew how to read and didn’t need a picture as illustration!

So, you have to accept the editing when your stories are published. Also. you will need to be persistant and try lots of different publications, submitting or as competition entries. Do not be put off by rejection letters – you may need to develop a thick skin, something I’m still working on!

If you don’t know already, you can publish your own works at a little place I love called fictionpress.com. This is where my work is published and it’s the first step to bringing your stuff into the real world! On there you can post your stuff and people can read it and give you feedback etc., and if they like it, favourite it. But whatever you do, whether you take my advice or not, don’t let those plot-bunnies go to waste! If you leave a story too long without writing it, it will dissolve and you’ll have lost it. So get out there and knock ‘em dead! (Fictionpress.com/u/562734/ is my page)

I’m working on a story now. Actually it is my first. I need to finish it before I do anything, so I’m just looking around.

Along time ago,when monsters walked the earth,there lived a young man named Lance. Lance lived in a lovely place named Crete. He worked as a priest there in an old,crumbly,fallen down temple. Lance had light blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds when he looked at you. He had hair as soft as animals fur.

well I’ve written one – now I just need to edit it- and then
submit it for publication and then who knows? Maybe this goal will be accomplished?