Christina C. Franklin

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Lives in: Pennsylvania, USA
Website: myfiddlefaddlesabbatical.blogspot.com

Christina C. Franklin got into writing by accident. A 6th grade teacher gave the entire class a writing assignment and then without telling the students, submitted the finished stories to a regional young author contest. Christina was shocked and surprised when she won. She had no idea she was a writer until that day.

Christina finds her inspiration everywhere! It’s amazing how the smallest, seemingly insignificant thing can spark an idea, whether it’s a house you drive by, a bit of overhead conversation, a memory, the smell of a flower, a sound you hear, etc. Inspiration is all around us in our daily lives, you just need to be receptive to be able to see it.

Christina looks up to many authors. Jodi Picoult, Sue Monk Kidd, Stephen King, Jeannette Walls, Anne Lamott, Maya Angelou, Sandra Dallas, She could go on and on and on.

Books she would recommend to writers – Stephen King’s On Writing and Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird.

Other Publications by Christina C. Franklin

You can find a couple of Christina’s poems in Leaves of Ink. She has also written website content, legal articles and newsletter articles for current and previous employers.

Christina’s Writing Goals

Christina writes for the joy of it. There’s nothing quite like jotting down a few notes about an idea that she has, and then realizing two hours later that a character has materialized and taken her down an unforeseen path. Would she love to achieve monetary success from it? Absolutely! However, writing is a necessity in her life. You may love what she’s written or you may hate it, but at least it made you feel.

Short stories by Christina C. Franklin


Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Defining Shoulders' Illustration by Cait Maloney

Defining Shoulders

Whitney held up the next flashcard and waited for her son to reply. Patrick’s face transformed into a wide grin as he smiled back at her. He straightened his spine in a proud stance and confi…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Pecan Pie' Illustration by Alankrita Jain

Pecan Pie

“What will it be today, Bob, the usual?” Carla already knew the answer, but tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear while she waited for his reply. Bob was watching a group of four…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'The Interview' Illustration by Hannah Nolan

The Interview

I have to pee. Even though I just peed five minutes earlier in the lobby restroom, it is a thought brought on by the sight of water dripping off of my raincoat darkening the elevator’s carpet…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'The House With No Windows – Bringing Chuckie In' Illustration by Lakshmy Mathur

The House With No Windows | Bringing Chuckie In

Although it was not on my regular route, I had driven by the house with no windows many times. And each time, I would give it a glance and wonder what kind of people could possibly live in a house …

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Cassie's Paradox' Illustration by Darcy Rozen

Cassie's Paradox

Bubbles, just bubbles. That’s all I see as I descend into the cold depth of the Atlantic, motionless and unable to move. My hearing is muted, and I can no longer breathe. I am losing consciou…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Danger Zone' Illustration by Delilah Buckle

Danger Zone

This time of day was the danger zone for him. He did not know why twilight had this unusual effect on him, but it did, springing forth like a wild kickboxing kangaroo daring anything or anyone to g…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'The Angel Watches' Illustration by Terri Kelleher

The Angel Watches

Buzz, click; buzz, click. The machines hum in rhythm. Outside — noise, hustle, bustle. The elevator chimes its greeting. Inside the room there’s quiet talk.

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Jack' Illustration by Alankrita Jain

Jack

Jack watched as they came in droves, skipping down the street, laughing with joy. What is there to laugh about? he thought, looking out into the evening sky. Devoid of stars due to a thick …

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'The Collector' Illustration by James Brown

The Collector

I started collecting secrets when I was just six years old. It was on a clear sunny day with unencumbered skies when it had suddenly dawned on me that this was both in the literal and figurative se…

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Shackcast: Under

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Constellations' Illustration by Sue Pownall

Constellations

As I soaked in the comforting warm water, I inhaled the strong soothing scent of Jasmine, and started to allow myself to daydream in my bubble bath. A delicious luxury I would never tire of nor tak…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Meandering in Silence' Illustration by Grace Gao

Meandering in Silence

Have you ever listened to silence? We all know someone who says, “I have to have noise! If it’s too quiet, it drives me crazy.” Or perhaps it is you who feels this way. But have y…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Saving Sylvia' Illustration by James Brown

Saving Sylvia

Harry stared at the wet ring his glass of Jack Daniels had left on the end table, as a crack of thunder roared in the distance. Marge would have scolded him had she still been alive. But she wasn&#…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'The Early Bird' Illustration by Mike S. Young

The Early Bird

Claire looked at her alarm clock; 3:20 a.m. announced the glowing green numbers, only 15 minutes since the last time she anxiously glanced at it. “I must calm down.” She proclai…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'A Homecoming Revelation' Illustration by Shantala Robinson

A Homecoming Revelation

I rubbed my tired eyes and blinked as the 19th century farmhouse came into view. I had hoped that my eyes were deceiving me. The wood post and rail fence was broken and worn, tattered fr…

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Christina C. Franklin | Read flash fiction 'Under' Illustration by Mark Reihill

Under

I knew where I was going even before I smelled the moist dirt pelting my face. I was falling, and falling fast and hard. I couldn’t move nor scream for help. I was paralyzed, me, immobilized.…

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