Submit Your Short Story for a chance to be featured on The Hidden Gems Podcast!

Submit Your Short Story for a chance to be featured on The Hidden Gems Podcast!

We are looking for writers to feature on The Hidden Gems Podcast! Our goal is to find the best short fiction from undiscovered writers. We hire a professional narrator to tell your story and our host will do a short bio on YOU and then direct listeners to where they can find more of your writing. There is no cost to you and you retain all rights to your story.

To submit your short story of 5,000 words or less, go to our website at: https://www.thehiddengemspodcast.com/

Listen Now to “Lair,” Written by C. Mack Lewis.

Listen Now to “Lair,” Written by C. Mack Lewis.

A young Vietnam soldier finds himself on his first sweep and destroy mission with a commanding officer who may or may not be up for an Article 15 for making a Charlie eat the mud off his boots. Listen now to the short story “Lair,” which was written by C. Mack Lewis and narrated by John Bell.

https://www.thehiddengemspodcast.com/podcast

So Dance, Ballerina, Dance. By Jack Grenard.

So Dance, Ballerina, Dance. By Jack Grenard.

Aging may have something to do with it. Song lyrics appear in my head, songs I didn’t remember ever knowing. Now those are there, not always accurate, but they fit the rhyme and scheme of the musicians who created them. Take one song that has been buzzing in my brain for the past two weeks, linked slightly to a checkout woman at our local supermarket, who admitted she’d trained in ballet as a kid.
     “Dance Ballerina Dance” was the song. My rusty memory changed the next few words to “Go on with your career, you can’t afford another chance.” That’s not exactly how Carl Sigman wrote the lyrics back about 1946: “So on with your career/ You can’t afford a backward glance.” Close, but no cigar.
    This is a puzzle for those who study the brain. How did the song, once encrypted, stay in my memory cells so long? Why were the words almost correct, almost the way the lyricist wrote them about 75 years ago? How did that alphabetical jumble remain intact despite a stroke I suffered three years ago?
    If you know or can guess, please don’t tell any songwriters, okay?
There’s another connection with the past. One of the best selling vocalists who recorded the song was the late Nat King Cole. Back in the mid-1950s I worked on the stage crew at Michigan State University for visiting special events. One of those was Cole. I got to stand behind a curtain where I could both see and hear him at the piano. His fascinating sound came, it seemed to me, from deep within him. Even cigarettes, which killed him, were not enough to stifle that sound for me. I can hear him now, deep in my brain. 

Written by Jack Grenard   

If you love to listen to short stories…

If you love to listen to short stories…

Our heroine, Ilene, is doing just fine, thank you very much, slinging hash for the locals at the Silk City Diner – until, that is, she receives a rather unusual profession of true love from an even more unusual admirer. Check out the short story ‘Pig Eye Poem’ on ‘The Hidden Gems Podcast,’ which features the best short stories that you’ve never heard!

https://the-hidden-gems-podcast.simplecast.com/episodes/pig-eye-poem

Podcast seeks writers of creative short stories to feature on future episodes!

Podcast seeks writers of creative short stories to feature on future episodes!

If you are a writer, The Hidden Gems Podcast is seeking short stories of less than 5,000 words to feature on future episodes. I am currently looking for a writer to feature in episode #6, so please submit your short story and a short author bio to: cathy@thehiddengemspodcast.com

You can check out our podcast on itunes, Spotify or on our website:

https://www.thehiddengemspodcast.com/

I’m looking forward to hearing from you!

C. Mack Lewis

Send us your short story for a chance to be featured on the Hidden Gems Podcast.

Send us your short story for a chance to be featured on the Hidden Gems Podcast.

The ‘Hidden Gems’ Podcast, which will air in the next 2 months is seeking short stories of less than 5,000 words to feature on future podcasts. We’re looking for any genre (except erotica) and I am requesting that if we choose your short story that you write a short author’s bio and include any link to your work so that our listeners can find you online. I will be hiring a narrator to do a professional narration of your short story and I will do the introduction and read the author’s bio at the end of the podcast. My goal with the podcast is to feature up and coming talented authors like yourself!

If you are interested, please submit your short story to cathydpm@gmail.com.

I look forward to reading your story!

Cathy

Writin’ Out Loud. By Jack Grenard.

Writin’ Out Loud. By Jack Grenard.
Writin’ out loud 
a column for certain friends
and not uncertain ones,
from Jack Grenard…
 
…while waiting for our phone line to get
repaired so I can send this to you by email
 
…The house has been strangely silent since the phone went away. But how lovely for a change. No unwanted inputs. No need to turn anything off, to wonder who is calling and why and for how much.
 
…So why not just call the phone company’s repair service? I’d have to go to a pay phone but there aren’t any in this area. Even our grocery market’s former phone booth turned into a drinking fountain years ago.
 
…A friend who winters in Florida complained after my last sending that the type was too small, even though it left this computer as 18-point. In a non-typographic world, 18-point is equivalent to one-quarter inch; there are 72 points to an inch. Learned that in printing class in Jackson Junior High in Detroit and have been abusing it ever since. This column is in 24-point for the visually impaired like me and maybe you.
 
…Remember when you could reach phone repair by dialing three digits—or punching them into the phone’s keypad? Not with Century Link, our supplier. It’s now a ten-digit number from a company headquartered in Louisiana. Hoo-ray for globalization. With all of the progress in technology, why do we need to supply the last four digits of Jane’s social security number? Why not a thumbprint and retinal scan? And haven’t you been warned about giving out your social security number? Maybe our little phone company wants to check up on Jane, in at least her fifth year of Alzheimer’s disease. She has not used a phone in at least two years.
 
…More from the trenches: Walking part way around our “block” yesterday (Thursday, 7 March), I came upon shreds and long pieces of telephone wire on the road in front of our home. The appearance was that of what would happen if an angry shark had shaken and bitten its way out of a fish net. On the ground lay three clumps of colorful wires, the right size for use with telephones. A moment of truth, a combined ah-ha! and oh-oh moment, for our phone had not been working all that day. I recalled that a road scraper from the town of Cave Creek had smoothed our unpaved street the day before. Either the scraper’s blade was set too deep or the road’s surface lay too close to the sky. This would be no easy, quick fix for someone.
       History is so important in figuring out things. It was about five years ago that the same event happened. Then, our little old phone company hired a contractor to replace the wires. I know: Everyone else uses a cellphone (now one word) to get on the wire from almost anywhere, no immediate metal involved. One hitch: Our town hall staff does not work on Fridays. Meanwhile, we’re enjoying a quiet weekend at home. (Oh, I forgot. After about age 80 we geezers don’t have weekends. If weekends are there at all, they blend unnoticed into our working week.)
 
…Hope to read cheery notes from you soon. If you want to call by phone*, I suggest you wait a day or two. In this modern rushing world, that should prove to be no problem. The fact that you are reading this message at all means our missing phone line has been replaced and is working. (“The Wichita Wineman is high on the vine.”)
 
*What IS our phone number? It has been so long… Oh, yes: 1.***-***-****. Don’t dial the periods, okay?