Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Short Stories for the Thanksgiving Season

Dear friends and readers,

Over the last few years, I've written three short stories inspired by the Thanksgiving season. And especially, the foods associated with it. Everybody has a few extra minutes now and then, during lunch, while having afternoon tea, etc. Take a look and see if any of these whet your appetite! And please feel free to share with your special peeps.

Aunt Jewel and the Poisoned Potlikker

Aunt Jewel and the Purloined Pork Loin

Death at Do-Lolly's Diner

I hope you enjoy these as much as you love pecan (or pumpkin) pie!

Happy trails,

bobbi c.

Friday, September 25, 2015

New Mystery Story Published!

My new story, "The Conflagration at the Nameless Cotton Gin" has just been published in the first anthology from the Short Mystery Fiction Society. Published by Untreed Reads and available in all formats.

Pre-order the paperback, or buy and download the e-book version HERE.

Friday, July 17, 2015

New Science Fiction Anthology--STORIES FROM THE WORLD OF TOMORROW: The Way the Future Was!

I'm pleased to announce that my macabre science fiction story, Perfect Progeny, has been published in the new Darkhouse Books anthology, STORIES FROM THE WORLD OF TOMORROW: The Way the Future Was!

Editor Andrew MacRae and Wenda Morrone, fellow Dorothy-L and Short Mystery Fiction Society members, also have stories in the book.

Other contributors are: Thresher Grey, Cassandra L., Michael Chandos, Matthew Pedersen, Michael McAndrews Bailey, Sebastien Mantle, Stephen Hill, Craig J. Ham, Raymond K. Rugg, Deborah Walker, William Stanforth, Rick Bruner, Donna Stephanie Cage and Amanda Bergloff.

This was a really fun story to research and write. The premise was interesting--what ABOUT all those new inventions they touted at the 1939 NYC World's Fair? What happened to them? Did they ever come about? I used the relatively new invention of hydroponics that amazed people at the fair (Growing food in water? Incredible!), coupled with my own contemporary concerns about GMO foods to craft a dark story about the possibilities.

BTW, for some fascinating historical photos, check out this site:

bobbi c.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

New historical short story published--free to read!

I'm happy to announce that my short story, "The Interview," is now available in the online mystery magazine, Over my Dead Body. It's a free read, too!

This is one of those  historical stories that is personal to me because of the location. Make sure you read the Author's Note at the end, too.

There are also eight other free stories there in the new issue.

Thanks for your support!

bobbi c.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Great Review of HALLOWEEN THIRTEEN--A Macabre Collection

Kings River Life magazine has reviews of five e-books in honor of Earth Day, including my first collection of short stories/poetry, HALLOWEEN THIRTEEN--A Collection of Mysteriously Macabre Tales.

 I love getting reviews by librarian Cynthia Chow because she "gets" me and my writing--twisted, black humor, offbeat and sentimental. Umm, yep, that's me! LOL

 There are also reviews of books by Janis Patterson, Kathy Bennett, K.K. Chalmers and Andrew MacRae.

bobbi c.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Progress! On Writing the Macabre

One of my newer short stories, "The Interview," has just been accepted by OMDB (Over My Dead Body), a quality online mystery/crime e-zine. OMDB reviewed my DYE, DYEING, DEAD novella last year and I'm excited to see some of my fiction in it. Tentative publication date is April.

I sent out two more stories tonight, one to a UK publisher. This makes seven stories that are still out, making the rounds.  I'm learning patience.

My newer stories are morphing more into the gothic, horror or "strange/macabre" story realm, which is fine with me. Actually, I've been writing them, but didn't really realize it until recently when I put my HALLOWEEN THIRTEEN macabre short story collection together. I've been a fan of Poe, classic ghost stories, Alfred Hitchcock, Night Gallery, Twilight Zone, etc. since I was a wee tot. Nothing much has changed in that area.

A recent trip to a local abandoned family cemetery has me thinking about more ghost stories. Stay tuned!

Photo courtesy of the Williamson County Historical Museum

Happy reading!

bobbi c.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Miss Essie and the Green-Glittered Tiara--A New Story!

A new story written just for my readers for St. Patrick's Day 2015. I suppose you can call it "magical realism." Introducing a new character to the Nameless, Texas family--Miss Esmeralda Wofford, AKA "Miss Essie."

Hope you enjoy the story, and feel free to share it with friends, Romans, countrymen and the gardeners you know and love--you know the drill.  After a few weeks, it will be removed and published on Amazon for the Kindle.

For more "Nameless, Texas" stories, please check my Amazon Author Page

Miss Essie and the Green-Glittered Tiara
A "Nameless, Texas" story

by Bobbi A. Chukran      
Copyright ©2015

Miss Esmeralda Wofford loved holidays—holidays of all kinds. She didn't care whether it was one of the big ones, like Christmas, or the smaller ones—she saw them all as an excuse to carry on and have some fun.  At her age, which was between 59-years old and dead, she was just old enough not to worry about what her neighbors thought about her anymore.  She'd quit doing that back in her 40s.  According to her daughter Lee-Ann, that was one of her failings.  Miss Essie liked to think it was one of her strengths, one of her better traits.  "Too many folks think they have to act like the Pope," Miss Essie said to Lee-Ann.  Although, being a Southern Baptist, Miss Essie wasn't quite sure what the Pope did, but she was sure he was a devout man who would never wear things that embarrassed his children. Although, she did wonder about that pointy hat.

"There goes Miss Essie," her neighbor Beulah Sproule, said, snurling up her nose like she'd smelled a skunk. "Carryin' on like a blamed fool, swannin' all about town in that damned tiara."  Beulah always spoke in a loud voice to make sure the object of her ire overheard her.

Beulah Sproule wouldn't know a bit of fun if it bit her on the ass, Miss Essie thought then tittered behind her hand.  She loved saying word like "ass" because she knew that in general, old people weren't supposed to say words like that. She got a small thrill out of doing things that old people weren't supposed to do.  Although, she wasn't quite sure who made up those rules.  She'd like to meet them someday, and give them a piece of her mind.  She made a mental note to use several cuss words when she did.

Miss Essie had been overjoyed when she saw the St. Patrick's Day tiaras the weekend before at the Wal-Marts.  Nameless, Texas didn't have very many places to shop, and the Wal-Marts was where everyone went to buy their necessary evils like Fleet enemas and glass measuring cups. And optional decorative pieces of ornamentation like tiaras.

The tiaras were bright green, fashioned with three giant cardboard shamrocks all across the top, and were covered with green glitter.  If Essie's sister Myrtle had seen it, she would have called it gaudy.  Essie just thought it was lovely.  Sparkles always caught her eye. And green was her favorite color.

Miss Essie was especially fond of anything with glitter on it, and if it was a bright color, even better.  She'd picked up the tiara in the store, glanced around to see if any of the clerks were watching (they never were at that place) and she slipped the tiara over her short cap of white hair, to make sure it fit.  It did, so she wore that tiara all around the store, just to gauge the reactions she might get.  After shopping for a few other needed items like spring Oreos with blue centers and Little Debbie cakes with sprinkles, she quickly made her way to the check-out counter.

"Why, isn't that pretty?" the checker girl asked.  "I'll bet your little granddaughter is going to love wearing that."  Miss Essie frowned then said, "I'm sure she will."  She knew how to pick her battles.  And the checker girl at the Wal-Marts was not the place to wax eloquently on how adults should learn to have a bit of fun.  After the checker girl scanned it, she slipped the tiara back on her head, the price tag flapping in the wind, and walked out of the store, her head held high.

Although it was only the day before Saint Patrick's Day, that didn't stop Miss Essie from showing off her new tiara on her jaunts about town.  The ladies at the Nameless Public Library smiled when she walked in, because they were used to Miss Essie's weekly Monday afternoon visits.  She always checked out an old romance novel to occupy herself during the upcoming week.  This week, she chose a frontier story named LEATHER AND LACE.  She hoped it had some juicy bits in it.  She couldn't stand to read a boring romance unless it had some juicy bits. Otherwise, why bother, she thought?

"Don't you look fine today!" librarian Laura Belle said, smiling and wishing that she had the guts to wear something like a glittery green tiara to work. She knew the kids she worked with at Story Hour would love it if she did.

The teen-aged volunteer, Sally Dorrell, stared and her jaw dropped when Miss Essie walked in.  She couldn't think of a word to say.

Poor child, Miss Essie thought. She's still of the age where she wouldn't be caught dead in public with something like this on her head.  I'll bet she's afraid one of her friends would see her, twitter about it and it would be all over school in ten seconds flat.

Miss Essie liked to walk from her home to the library and back, to get some exercise and fresh air.  She didn't take her old 1956 Chevrolet out unless it was absolutely necessary.  No need wasting gas while her two legs were still working. Week after week, except when it was too cold or too hot, Miss Essie made the almost one-mile walk to the library.

Occasionally, afterwards, she'd stop off at Do-Lolly's Diner, at the edge of downtown, for a bowl of soup, saltine crackers and a small bowl of banana pudding for dessert.  She loved Do-Lollys because it was normally a friendly, warm kind of place. And their food was like her mama used to cook back home in Ft. Worth. She thought the coffee tasted like coffin-varnish, but she needed a jolt of caffeine that late in the day.

This Monday, as she walked in, the dull roar ceased for a moment, and all went still.  Essie looked around, found an empty booth and slid in, smiling at everyone as they stared at her tiara. "How y'all doin' today?" she chirped.  "It's a wonderful day out, isn't it?"  A few of the regulars murmured their howdys.

Miss Essie smiled again and pointed to her head. "If anybody else is interested, and from the attention I’m getting, it looks like you might be, they had more of these tiaras down at the Wal-marts.  Only $3.99, too.  I thought it was quite the bargain, considerin' how much glitter they put on it."

Embarrassed, the diners looked down at their plates, and pretty soon the clack and ping of cutlery on old china plates commenced.

Over in the back booth, a few ladies of the Nameless Garden Club clucked their tongues and shook their heads. "What is that old fool up to NOW?" Mrs. Pepper Smythe, president of the club, asked.

"Good lord, would you look at that!" Her sister exclaimed.  After a bit of tsking and clucking, they turned their attention back to their garden salads with fried chicken strips on top.  With low-fat ranch dressing, of course.

Miss Essie finished her soup, smacked her lips loudly, paid her bill, leaving exactly 25-cents tip for her server like she always did, and tottled back out into the sunshine.

Usually nothing much happened on Miss Essie's jaunts into town, but since this was early spring and many things were changing. It had been a long, cold, wet horrible winter and Miss Essie turned her face up to the sun, like a sunflower.  She hadn't gone too far before she noticed something buzzing around her ear.  She flicked her hand at it, shooing it away.  Probably an old fly, she thought.  "Shoo!" she cried. "Get away from me, you nasty thing!"  Miss Essie never could abide flies since she learned that they regurgitate the last bite they ate before taking a bite of something new.  She kept an old cat, Mr. Bodiddles, inside her house because that cat was a goin' Jessee when it came to catching flies.  That cat would sit quietly for hours, watching the flies in Miss Essie's kitchen window, then SWOOP! he was up on the windowsill snappin' that fly up in his mouth and gobbling it down.

She was always amazed how fast that cat would snatch up those flies.  "He's a fly snatcher, all right," she remarked to the postman once when he witnessed the cat snatching up two flies at once.  "That's why I keep him around, nasty old cat," she explained, giving him a well-deserved pat on the head.

Essie walked a few more blocks, and before long, there was more buzzing and whirring near her ears.  She flapped her wrist at it, knocking her tiara to the ground.  "Well, would you look at that!" Miss Essie exclaimed.  That green glittery tiara was covered with bees! Being a gardener, Miss Essie knew that bees were her friends.  She had never killed a one of them.  She was even loath to kill other flying things like wasps--other than flies, that is.  Even the yellow jackets that everybody else hated, Miss Essie let be.  She could never be sure if one of those flying creatures would be the ONE that would end up pollinating her heirloom Mr. Stripey tomato.  She had grown one from seeds over the winter and it was just starting to bloom when she planted it in her garden. She just didn't want to take the chance.  She'd had a problem with pollination the year before.  Miss Essie had read about the whole bee collapse THING, and was worried. So she tried to co-exist peacefully with the winged creatures in her garden.

Using her foot and flapping her hands, she shooed the bees off the tiara, picked it up and replaced it back on her head.  All the flapping was to no avail. She picked up her pace, and by the time she got home, the sound of the buzzing and tiny whirring wings was about to make her dizzy.

Seeing the writing on the wall, Miss Essie carefully removed the tiara, thought for a moment then planted it in the dirt right beside her Mr. Stripey.  The bees, seeing they had it much better in the garden than they'd had on an old cardboard tiara (even one covered with green glitter), finally flew off and busied themselves in the rosemary and nectarine tree that had just started blooming the week before.  And as Miss Essie watched, one fat one buzzed over and bumped at her Mr. Stripey.

Miss Essie stood for a minute in the garden, and watched. "Welcome to your new home," she said, her cheeks flushed.  She felt a bit embarrassed whenever she watched any pollination actually happening, and finally turned away.  She wondered if she could bring more bees home the next week.  Perhaps if the tiara was red, she could gather more of them?  No, she decided, she'd attract hummingbirds that way.  The bees definitely liked the green glitter. Perhaps if she covered the tiara with a bit of plant pollen, or honey?

Miss Essie slowly climbed up into the big old white rocking chair on her back porch, in the shade, and slowly started rocking.  Rocking and thinking about the miraculous power of green glitter.


 Copyright ©2015 by Bobbi A. Chukran