I’m giving away 10 copies of the paperback version of my new book, LIGHTNING: A COLLECTION OF VERY SMALL STORIES on Goodreads! Enter below:

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Lightning by Claudia Brevis


by Claudia Brevis

Giveaway ends October 25, 2014.

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So excited to announce (a bit later than intended, but life and a surgery got in the way!) that my newest book, Lightning: A Collection of Very Small Stories is now available.

As promised, the kindle version (and epub and various others) is FREE at Smashwords. You can download it HERE! I’m trying to get the Amazon Kindle version free as well, but as I learned, the lowest an author can price a book is 99 cents. So my Amazon kindle version is 99 cents and if enough people click the link at Amazon to indicate they found a cheaper version (at smashwords) I am hopeful that Amazon will price match and in not too much time, it will become Free on Amazon as well!!

Lightning:  A Collection of Very Small Stories

And finally, this little book is available in paperback, and if you’re a fan of Sam Tsui’s art you’ll want to get your hands on this so you can really appreciate his beautiful cover design. Here’s the link to order the paperback: Paperback at Amazon!

I’ll be hosting a paperback giveaway on Goodreads.com shortly, so stay tuned!

I am so thrilled to finally be able to share this cover with you! Like my cover for A Gazillion Little Bits, this beauty was designed and created by Sam Tsui, and I am so honored to have his art for this book of short (short short) stories!

So, here’s the Kindle cover:

Lightning:  A Collection of Very Small Stories

And here’s the front and back for the paperback version:

Lightning:  A Collection of Very Small Stories

I’m waiting on proofs for the paperback and am assembling the files to upload for Kindle and I’m hoping to be all set by October 1st. Maybe earlier! And did I mention, my kindle version is going to be FREE!!! I’m so looking forward to your feedback. I’ve had a great time writing these little stories and hope you enjoy them!

I’m so excited to be putting the finishing touches on my flash fiction collection, Lightning: A Collection of Very Small Stories. In these one-page pieces, you’ll find Sirens, a red-mustached ghost, talking mice, serial killers, a dog, a mysterious warehouse, a woman lost in a parking lot, ancestors, a crazy farmer, rainbows, a shape-shifter, a factory worker, several stories from the post-apocalyptic world of my novel, A Gazillion Little Bits, and much, much more!

Each story in the collection is under 500 words and 6 or 7 of them are exactly 100 words each.

I’m also thrilled to announce that the wonderful Sam Tsui will be creating the cover for Lightning: A Collection of Very Small Stories! Stay tuned for that REVEAL. Anticipated publication date is October 1st.

And for the first month, the kindle version will be FREE!!

In the meantime, here are a few recent collections of short stories that I’ve enjoyed reading. Check them out. They’re on amazon!

Odds and Ends: An Assortment of Sorts
Odds and Ends: An Assortment of Sorts by Dustin LaValley

Robbed of Sleep: Stories to Stay Up For (#1)
Robbed Of Sleep: Stories to Stay Up for by Troy Blackford (Editor), Mercedes M. Yardley, Val Tenterhosen, Anthony J. Rapino, M.C. O’Neill, Todd Keisling, David Eccles, Tom Bordonaro, John Boden

Atlas of Women
Atlas of Women, by Suzanne Jenkins

BOXED IN by Claudia Brevis

THE ROOM WAS shrinking again. Anna dropped her phone—no time to call for help—and shoved furniture to the side, kicking rugs away.

She ran naked to the garage, arms stretched wide to keep the walls at bay.

By the time she reached the highway, Anna was suffocating.

Trucks pulled up on her right and left. Another bore down on her from behind. Ahead, a fourth truck slid into her lane.

Boxed in.

She flipped a switch and gulped cold air. And then, at seventy miles per hour, Anna climbed through the open sunroof into thin hands that reached for her.

The Fat Mouse by Claudia Brevis

THE MICE IN Sienna’s kitchen were maddening, especially the brazen, fat little rodent who scooted across the linoleum from the stove to the refrigerator and back again.

The exterminator had visited, and although he’d closed holes and set traps, it seemed for every mouse killed another two appeared. Her cat had lost interest, and even worse, Sienna had seen mice at his food bowl more than once.

A shrill squeak pierced the quiet. The scurrying ceased. It’s the glue trap, Sienna thought. She’d hurry and toss the whole mess now, before the mouse died and that horrible, sweet smell of decomposition permeated her apartment.

Sienna pulled the trap out. The fat mouse’s bright black eyes caught hers, and in a tiny, deep voice, he said, “I can pay for my freedom.”

Sienna rubbed her ears. Had she dozed? Was she dreaming? She picked up the trap and regarded the struggling mouse. “I can pay,” he repeated.

“What are you offering?” Sienna asked slowly.

“Bearer bonds,” he said, whiskers quivering. “They’re like cash, you know.”

Sienna almost squashed the patronizing little rodent right there. She knew what bearer bonds were. “Show me,” she said, annoyed.

“I’ll take you to them,” he said. “But first unstick me, please. The glue makes my toes ache. Pour oil on my feet and I’ll be able to slide off.”

Sienna shook her head. “I’m not stupid. You’ll run away. I’ll pour the oil when you pay me.”

The mouse sighed. “Grab a flashlight,” he said. “And don’t forget the oil.”


Sienna followed the mouse’s directions down the basement stairs to a thick wall at the back covered with a century’s grime.

“The bonds are behind the brick,” he said.

She put down the mousetrap and oil and tapped the wall with her flashlight until she could pull out one brick, and then another. She shined the light into the black and retrieved a yellowed envelope.

“I’ve paid you,” the mouse demanded. “Now set me free.”

“No,” she said, examining the bonds.

“There’s gold in there, too,” he added. “Jewelry and coins lost from the apartments above.”

Sienna’s eyes lit and she yanked out more bricks, one narrowly missing the mouse as it dropped, knocking the oil over. “I can’t see anything,” she complained.

Spilled oil rolled over the trap, dissolving the glue. “You need to reach far down,” he said, wriggling free. “The gold’s at the very bottom.”

Sienna bent and stretched her arms into the hollow, fingertips searching.

The fat mouse scurried between the bricks to where his extended family assembled. En masse, they covered Sienna’s hands and arms, nibbling and tugging, biting and yanking, until she lost her balance and fell screaming into the wall, upside down, stuck where she landed.

Calling good-bye in a variety of tiny, deep voices, the fat mouse and his cousins left Sienna and went about their business, not at all minding that soon that horrible, sweet smell of decomposition would permeate the basement.

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