Showing posts with label Karl Erickson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Karl Erickson. Show all posts

Saturday, August 23, 2025

Launching Short Stories

 

I published a little short story collection called Dark by Day, Dark by Night recently on Amazon.  Unfortunately, as a guy who attended high school in the late 1980s, some technical aspects of eBooks continue to elude me.  Thankfully, the table of contents actually functions and looks correct now.  If you caught an earlier version of the stories, this one is much improved.

They have interesting backstories.  "Stars Within the Glass" was initially acquired by a publication in Ireland, where all went well--until they began to like it a little too much.  (Reprinting in a collection without permission.) The "Blazing Darkness and Fractured Shadows" piece had its origins in a high school math class in Yakima, Washington, where I could not stay awake unless I jotted down fiction ideas.  Much to the benefit of the reader, the original version was lost in the intervening years, and it had to be rewritten from scratch.

So, without further ado, here is the new and working table of contents.  Several excerpts follow.  This story collection will be free to acquire on Amazon for a few more hours now.  PS.  One remaining (very silly) mistake remains, but I am not going to divulge it.  It will be fixed soon.  I must dislike working on Amazon's platform to such a degree that I am going a tad too quickly...






"Stars Within the Glass"

As he watched, the bottle was suddenly full to the brim of a pulsing fluorescent red liquid--at least he perceived it as liquid. Points of light, like stars, shone with a fierce brightness throughout, gliding this way and that within the confines of the glass. Bewildering lights and shadows played over the walls of the room. Strangely, the reddish light seemed to pass clean through some objects in the lab, but not others. David extended a shaking hand directly in front of one of the lights on the wall, but there was neither any shadow of a hand showing on the wall nor any faint light caught in his palm—only a sense of coldness. David was too mesmerized by the lights even to catch the strange scent of roses and pine emanating from the lit bottle. He stared transfixed at a single point of light while taking a tentative step towards where he thought the clipboard should be.

Erickson, Karl. Dark by Day, Dark by Night: A Collection of Short Stories and Essays (p. 8). (Function). Kindle Edition. 


"Blazing Darkeness and Fractured Shadows"

Derek slid into the pod’s comfortable pilot chair and watched the security squad board in an orderly fashion to the rear. They must have been tired, but they looked sharp and prepared. Even their dark blue uniforms were crisp and pressed. Each of the twelve carried a laser rifle, and Anne Jenson, who sat at the co-pilot’s station, held what was affectionately called the cannon. It was a weapon that could easily vaporize a heavy bulkhead with a single explosive shot, and it was self-charging in most environments. While it did its job well, it also posed a small radiation risk to the user. If it was necessary to use repeatedly, members of the team were trained to rotate usage among available personnel. In transit, it resembled a large shotgun connected to a collapsed heavy-duty tripod. Bright red warning symbols were visible on all its sides. Anne held it with ease. Her blond hair framed an attractive face, sternly set. Derek recalled the relationship they had briefly shared. He felt a momentary flash of guilt.

Erickson, Karl. Dark by Day, Dark by Night: A Collection of Short Stories and Essays (p. 22). (Function). Kindle Edition. 

"The Matter of a Small Gunfight"

“Don’t touch ‘em, boy,” the marshal warned sternly. “No worries, sir,” Benjamin replied. “I’ll just watch them properly.” And watch them he did. He couldn’t, in fact, avert his eyes from the pile of strange armaments. One revolver, in particular, had a handle that looked to be made out of polished white wood or perhaps ivory. Looking around furtively, Benjamin allowed himself to extend a shaking hand towards the six-shooter, but he didn’t venture more than the briefest touch. Something of the forbidden feel of the gun sent shivers down his spine. He wondered whether it had ever been used to shoot a murderer or maybe a horse thief? Someday, he hoped he would own a gun like that.

Erickson, Karl. Dark by Day, Dark by Night: A Collection of Short Stories and Essays (pp. 62-63). (Function). Kindle Edition. 

...and for the humor section.

"Take Your Trash to Work Day"

In an exciting partnership with the Portland Metro Area’s Tri-Met, Monday is Take Your Trash to Work Day!  While you can, of course, pile the garbage bags in your own vehicle when you leave for the office, may I recommend using convenient public transit on Monday?  When you climb aboard one of these luxurious and sparkling-clean buses, take your seat in confidence.  Don't worry about bothering people--sit next to anyone!  We all do our part to make Salem a better place. 

Erickson, Karl. Dark by Day, Dark by Night: A Collection of Short Stories and Essays (p. 80). (Function). Kindle Edition. 










Tuesday, February 19, 2013

First Book on Kindle

Thanks to Kimberly Erickson for the image!
Getting over the flu, I decided it was a good time to experiment with the Kindle format.  It turns out that it's not only simpler than Lulu, the finished product is also much better--not to mention the wider distribution.  So...I'll probably be keeping Kindle for future short writing ventures and turning to Lulu only for things like calendars.

My first e-book for Kindle users is called Three Short Stories.  This book includes "Stars Within the Glass," "Into the Night," and "Light in the Darkness."

While two of the stories have been sold separately before, "Into the Night" has never been published before.  It was originally intended to be part of a larger work, but I discarded the novel subplot idea it represented. While this is probably more of a chapter than a traditional, unified short story, I think you will still enjoy reading the tale.  I welcome reader comments, as they may actually help me decide whether, or not, to finish the tale of Benjamin Jenkins in the late 1800s.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Sliding into the Guild's News Position....

Illustration by Kimberly Erickson
Greetings!  Please bear with me as I try to lend a hand with getting the news out for the Catholic Writers' Guild!  I'm new at this, so hopefully everything will work as it should-- but I'll ask your patience in advance!



So, who am I, and what am I doing here?  Well, why don't we leave the philosophical musings to John Konecsni...but let's just say that I am glad to be endeavoring to lead a more active role within the guild in the coming year.  That said, I should probably mention that I am a very busy guy.  Between the full time state government job  (doing terrible things to numbers) and a novel which has been nearing its last and very final stage towards completion for about....the last year, I sometimes am tempted to throw in the towel and open a bed and breakfast in Friday Harbor (San Juan Island, Washington).






Seriously, perhaps you would like to know a little about me?  I'm the author of two lighthearted children's books: Tristan's Travels and Toupee Mice.  Both are available from Rafka Press--but the latter tale is still pre-order.  They are illustrated by my lovely wife, Kimberly Erickson.  If you'd like to learn more about me, please drop by Karl Erickson.  I also have two Facebook pages setup currently.  This is the main author page, and the second page is designated for the children's books.  (If you want to make an author happy, "like" them today--especially the newest one!)

                                                             
As far as the spiritual journey which brought us here, you can read about that in Catholic Answer's This Rock.  To make a long story short(er), we're very happy to be done once and for all with church shopping.  We're home where we belong in the Catholic Church, and we couldn't be happier!  Now...could we just work on some of those hymns!

I thought I'd conclude with two of my trailers for our books, but I also want to put a quick plug in for a new experiment I'm doing.  It's called the Catholic Writers' Guild (Western Branch).  It occurred to me that it sometimes it's easy to feel geographically removed  from the larger group when only a few brave souls occupy the "western frontiers."  If you think that having an online place to gather for those of us in the western states would be helpful, please just swing by and hit like (hard).  So far, I only have one other person who is remotely excited about the idea.  If no one else has time, I'll probably shelve the group entirely after Christmas.  I won't be promoting that group any more--most likely--so drop by now if interested!


I look forward to helping CWG members get the word out concerning their exciting work and achievements!  Here are the two promised book trailers: Tristan's Travels followed by Toupee Mice.






PS.  You can also find me on Twitter at PacNWCathWriter!