Miniature Fiction

Red Cleats and the Bad Man

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:16:12 -0400

The guy with red cleats had knocked down Daphne as she sprinted to third base — a collision that sent the poor girl sprawling, face first, into the mud. Ivan, no matter how much he tried to expunge the image from his mind’s eye, couldn’t stop replaying the scene behind his eyelids, once and twice and on and on, until he understood, with terrifying clarity, what needed to be done to the guy with red cleats, who had transformed into the Bad Man who used to make mother crumble to the floor when the stench of liquor and cigarette smoke sullied the living room air. There was blood — so much thick, dark blood — when the softball bat struck the face of the guy with red cleats.

- C.D. Carter

*As usual… BASED ON A TRUE STORY*

Between his full-time job as an education reporter in Washington, D.C., and his freelance gigs for local magazines, C.D. Carter has written tales of the macabre for a host of publications, including Dark Moon Digest, Horrorbound Magazine, Flashes in the Dark, SNM Horror, Static Movement, Lost Souls Magazine, and Death Head Grin. Much of Carter’s short story horror is based on the life of a journalist.

Carter is also a contributing writer for The Fake Football, a fantasy football site, and frequently discusses the minutia of pretend pigskin on Twitter @CDCarter13.

#Occupy My Heart 7

Thu, 23 May 2013 09:30:00 -0400

Their worst fears for realized, the occupy movement and the Tea Party knew their secret. Jenn and Steve decide their love was more important than politics. They threw off the shackles of politics and drove north, never looking back.

The End

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Go Get Our Damn Trophy!

Wed, 22 May 2013 09:30:42 -0400

This was it, the final day, the all or nothing day. I had been waiting for this moment my entire life and this was my last chance, I knew I wouldn’t be back. Championship games in community softball just don’t come around that often.

inspired by the above video…

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One Hour Left

Tue, 21 May 2013 09:30:31 -0400

Last day on the job, one hour left before I can finally retire after working the federally mandated 55 years. At 73 years old I had finally reached my last hour on the factory floor, I only hoped I had a few years I could enjoy before the doctors decided I wasn’t worth it and put me down. One hour left, one last bite of my celebration cake, that’s all it took to give me my first - and last - heart attack.

Now... We're Two

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:30:41 -0400

When we got married it was the greatest day of our lives. We forged a bond to become one family, together moving forward into the future. Since then… mistakes have been made; we are broken and our future is like a river that has run dry.

3rd Degree

Sun, 19 May 2013 09:30:24 -0400

I refused to pay my bookie, I tried to argue that he was a cheat and a liar, but in the end I just didn’t want to pay him. When he said he was going to give me the “third-degree” I thought he was being figurative. A week later at the burn unit I knew he was for real.

Virtual Personal Trainer

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:30:33 -0400

Running through beautiful mountain countryside, a computerized voice in my brain kept me periodically updated on important stats like distance, time, pace, calories burned et cetera. When I was finally done I hit the “stop” button and the virtual landscape faded away around me, leaving me standing on my treadmill. Nike+ 16.0 really had come a long way, but they still needed to make the train feel more realistic.

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Trial By Jury

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:30:41 -0400

I hated jury trials, trials of any kind really, they were always so nerve-racking. This guy is a murderer, guilty as sin, no doubt about it. I only hope the jury couldn’t see what a fraud I am.

Crossover/Mash-Up

Thu, 16 May 2013 09:30:21 -0400

None of them understood how they came together, somehow the network melded and now Optimus Prime, Col. Shepherd, thousands of Pokémon, Star Wars – everyone, they were all standing together on a digital battlefield. All the computer game characters, villains and heroes alike, all stood ready for their biggest challenge yet. The humans were trying to delete them, and they couldn’t allow that. To be continued….

Thank you to the artwork from lonefirewarrior on devientart, check him out Lone Fire Warrior

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Unchained

Wed, 15 May 2013 09:30:24 -0400

My bosses didn’t know it yet, but tonight was my last show, I’m quitting this bitch. My time as anchor on America’s last highly rated news program was over, I had enough of bullshit TV journalism. So tonight I was going to sign off by telling everyone what I thought of them: my bosses, coworkers, and especially the American public, those bastards.

"“Until the mid-nineteenth century, most authors published their books at their own expense—Walt..."

Tue, 14 May 2013 17:57:18 -0400

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“Until the mid-nineteenth century, most authors published their books at their own expense—Walt Whitman, for example, self-published (and typeset!) Leaves of Grass.

Self-publishing could change from stigma to bragging point—maybe we could change the term to “artisanal publishing” and foster the image of authors lovingly crafting their books with total control over the process.

What would you rather read: a mass-produced or artisanal book?”

”

- Guy Kawasaki, in his book APE: Author, Publisher, Entrepreneur (via erikadprice)

Very Short Stories - Google+

Tue, 14 May 2013 10:01:16 -0400

Very Short Stories - Google+:

Google+ Community for very short stories, short stories, flash fiction and twitter stories.

Share your stories, your sites, your ebooks, ask questions and discuss.

So, It Is To Be War Between us?

Tue, 14 May 2013 09:30:35 -0400

A few months ago I went to the movies with a friend who had forgotten his wallet, so I paid for everything and told him not to worry about it. My friend, John, defiantly slipped me $20 the first chance he got. How dare he, I’m gonna stick that $20 so far down his throat he’ll never speak again…

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No Rescue Required

Mon, 13 May 2013 10:38:12 -0400

The young knight pelted down the corridor shield held high, sword held higher, screaming at the top of his lungs. He jumped over stalagmites jutting from the floor, ducked under stalactites which loomed threateningly overhead and finally stopped, breathing heavily at the mouth of a large cavern deep within the dragon’s lair. He saw her, the beautiful Princess Phoebe, in full court regalia, a blue taffeta gown with gold embroidered trim now covered in gore, as she calmly hacked away at the neck of a small and rather defenseless looking dragon.

- Aidee

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Regency Afternoon

Mon, 13 May 2013 10:36:20 -0400

Evangeline smoothed the velvet nap of her smart afternoon dress. She bought it last month to show off her exquisite figure when she tooled around Hyde Park at the height of mid-afternoon with the members of the Haut Ton. She smiled at the handsome young man sitting in the driver’s seat, inexpertly handling the reigns of the high-perch phaeton with its green and yellow trim, his highly polished boots near blinding her with their mirrored brilliance as she tried vainly to rise from the mud where the wheel pinned her to the roadway

- Aidee

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Show me how you work, brain

Mon, 13 May 2013 10:31:43 -0400

Josie had taken her fantasy football draft preparation to an entirely new level. She wanted desperately to go beyond the mundane study of average draft positions and viable draft strategies; she wanted to understand the decision making process. It hardly surprised Jodie to find herself stooped over her husband’s lifeless body, poking and prodding at the grey mush of his brain, looking for any insight into how the stupid thing worked.

- C.D. Carter

Check out C.D. Carter’s new facebook page promoting his forthcoming ebook How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner

How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner

Mon, 13 May 2013 10:20:45 -0400

How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner:

Frequent guest C.D. Carter has a pretty sweet book coming out soon.

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The book will be released June 1 on Amazon, iTunes, and Barnes & Noble.

Coming Soon: How to Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner by C.D. Carter

C.D. Carter is a reporter, author of zombie stories, writer for The Fake Football and Sports Jerks. Fantasy Sports Writers Association member. His work has been featured in the New York Times. Follow C.D. on Twitter @CDCarter13

No, this book won’t have a detailed strategy guide on how to have the best draft, although C.D. does write weekly fantasy advice around the internet. Instead this is more a game theory book, how to use the mental approaches to the game that winning poker players use and apply them to fantasy football.

Why “poker” strategies? Because poker is a very mental game that you are forced to play with incomplete information. I’ve read several excerpts from the book and seriously, its good stuff. Check out some of the excerpts below…

Sportsjerks.net Preview

Chapter 3

Further fantasy football writing by C.D. Carter Here and HERE

Office Holiday

Mon, 13 May 2013 09:30:18 -0400

Technically today is one of our rare paid holidays, but someone has to go to work, and this time that lucky someone is me. Row after row of empty cubicles greeted me as I opened the door. I wasn’t bothered, all those empty cubicles showed how empty my soul felt every day.

Justine M Dunn: Micro Fiction - A Story In 99 Words

Mon, 13 May 2013 07:34:42 -0400

Justine M Dunn: Micro Fiction - A Story In 99 Words:

justinemdunn:

Space Invader

Hot breath hit the back of my neck. I stepped forward, so did he. Space became available at the checkout, with an exaggerated move I lifted my basket up to unload it, knocking him with my elbow.

“Sorry, not much room.”

He didn’t take the hint. The line moved forward and…

Did I Make That Happen With My Mind? part 2

Sun, 12 May 2013 09:30:40 -0400

Watching the football game and quietly rooting for my team, I sweated as it looked like they were going to blow their lead in the final minutes. I thought to myself: now would be the time for a pick. Right at that instant, Jones intercepted the ball and took it to the house - victory.

See the original Did I Make that Happen With My Mind?