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Secret City: Kiki

In Announcements on June 4, 2016 at 9:44 pm

The Mischievous Angel dolls will be making their debut at the Secret City Festival on June 10-11 in Oak Ridge, TN!

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Postcard Shorts

In Uncategorized on April 17, 2016 at 11:48 am

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I just realized that I neglected to share with you all this interesting site that features stories that fit on a postcard. “Polar Opposites” was picked up at the link below, and you can click on  “Read a Story”  at the site for a random sampling of other stories by a variety of writers.

Source: Postcard Shorts: Stories that fit on a postcard

Secret City Festival

In Announcements on March 15, 2016 at 10:49 pm

I’m looking forward to being at the StoryInside booth at the Secret City Festival in June! The retirees at Home Sweet Home a.k.a. The Sweat Shop are leather tooling and crocheting away on the handmade crafts that will incorporate short stories and bring them life. Pictures coming soon…

http://www.secretcityfestival.com/

Cover Wars: Vote for your favorite book cover!

In Announcements on March 2, 2015 at 8:40 pm

Uncertainty Principles is in the running for March’s Cover Wars! Vote at this link, if you are so inclined:

http://www.masqueradecrew.com/2015/03/a-dozen-lovely-covers-for-marchs-cover.html

The Newest Reindeer?

In Original Fiction on November 30, 2014 at 8:29 pm
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Picture copyright kav777/Fotolia

The year all the reindeer came down with the flu,
Maurice was excited; he knew what to do!
He’d longed for this chance to prove all he was worth,
But Santa ignored him, to everyone’s mirth.

Maurice had fine antlers and four solid hoofs,
Immune to the flu, he could climb all the roofs.
Yet the sleigh was hitched up to Canadian geese,
And Dumbo, and Rocky — everyone but Maurice.

Prancer and pals made Maurice feel ashamed
When he thought he could play in their Reindeer Games.
And Rudolph, well he was the worst of the pack,
Telling Maurice to go home and never come back.

But the Clauses had always been nice, so he thought.
Oh, this turn of events had Maurice quite distraught.
He did not understand, the poor little guy,
So he hid in a snow bank and had a good cry.

Mrs. Claus found him there, fed him cookies and milk.
“You simply must find some friends of your ilk.
Now I’ll tell you once more, so you’ll stop asking why–
You are a moose, and moose cannot fly.”

Maurice then realized what she said was quite true
But flying was all that he wanted to do.
He bemoaned his bad luck for the way he was born
And he dreaded to wake on that holiday morn.

But the crisp, white day dawned despite all of his dread
And he woke to ten moose crowding onto his bed.
“We missed you!” they cried.
“Where on earth have you been?
Moose Games were no fun without you to help win.”

“So you left us behind to go join the reindeer…
You’re forgiven. It’s Christmas.
We’re glad you’re now here.”
Maurice felt his soul shining bright without doubt,
And he smiled at the way that this day had turned out.

He knew now that he had judged Rudolph all wrong;
That red-nosed reindeer meant
Home is where we Belong.

His heart lifted up, and he looked to the sky.
Then Maurice finally knew what it felt like to fly.

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This story originated with the Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge.

When I Wish You Merry Christmas

In Being Human, Original Fiction, Spirit on November 22, 2014 at 7:29 pm

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When I wish you Merry Christmas
I’m remembering all the love
That I’ve been blessed with through the years—
from here on earth or up above.

I wish you joy and hope and peace
and all that swells your soul
And that you’ll recognize your blessings, too
and feel you’ve been made whole.

I wish you Merry Christmas
from the memories of my youth;
I hope you will be heartened
by a special memory, too.

I wish you silent moments
like a walk through falling snow
Or light that bathes your whole hometown
and warms you in its glow.

I wish your spirit to find purpose,
and if purpose has been found,
Then I hope you’ll find a voice
that spreads your gifts to all around.

May your focus always land
on what brings cheer into your heart
And look past the petty other things
that dampen your true spark.

I hope you’ll find a home
where you forever will belong
Where any broken places in you
will be healed and come back strong.

But if your strength has all been drained this year
or nothing feels like home
I wish renewal through your winter.
Please know you’re not alone.

I pray that you’ll believe
in something greater than this life
And feel the peace of knowing
there is solace past the strife.

I wish your soul much deeper
than just happy holidays
So when I wish you Merry Christmas
this is all I mean to say.

© Krista Tibbs
Author of The Neurology of Angels

Book Videos: Uncertainty Principles and The Neurology of Angels

In Being Human, Original Fiction, Politics & Government, Science, Spirit on November 21, 2014 at 11:28 pm

Second-hand Grief

In Being Human on November 26, 2013 at 1:49 am

Although I only put the thoughts below on paper this October, I began to think them 20 years ago this Thanksgiving. It seems that every year since has accumulated another gray event upon this holiday, yet no matter who it is, I still don’t know how and when to say I care. So, more often than not, I say nothing.

I hurt for you, but can I say so? Maybe you don’t want to be reminded. Then again, maybe you do.

Every time you cross my mind, the pain crosses with it. We never talked about things like this, but now, how can we talk about anything else?

What do you want people to say? To do? Is it different every day? Do you even know?

Do you think about it all the time? Are you doing okay? Are you tired of being asked? Or does it help to hear that people care?

You can count on me, but I’m fumbling. So please just know: I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking of you.

StoryInside.org at the Kingston Country Fair

In Announcements on October 2, 2013 at 9:34 am
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Screen shot from http://storyinside.org

On Saturday, October 5th I will be at the StoryInside.org* booth at the Kingston Country Fair. So, if you’re in east Tennessee, swing by and say hello! I’m told there is a pie-eating contest and live music. What more could you want from a Saturday?

 

Kingston Country Fair
Fort Southwest Point
1226 S. Kentucky Street
Kingston, TN

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*Story Inside provides homemade cards, each containing a short work of fiction.

Say hello with a story.

 

Creation

In Original Fiction on October 1, 2013 at 9:57 pm

 

I will name the girl Autumn, and she will have hair like October in New England. I will name the boy Breeze, and his eyes will reflect the thousand lakes I left behind. Their hearts will be warm like the South that is now my home, with easy smiles that can part the mist between souls like the morning sun in east Tennessee.

They will meet in Happy Holler and go off the grid together. They will work hard and feel light and think deeply. They will care for each other and for their neighbors and be adopted by stray children. They will do great things through their smallest joys that ripple into the world outside the hollow.

They will never know how much they mattered except that they matter to each other, but there is no existential angst in their story.  To live largely in a small life is a choice to master every moment. Fear has no room where even the corners burst with light.

They will know illness, because they are human, but they will not feed it with worry. Instead they will fill their bodies with laughter and theirs souls by creating something daily. They will not believe in The End.

These are my characters, and they will live the lives I have not yet dared.

[Day 1 post for the Bill Counts October Game 2013.]

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