Short Stories By Diana

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Contact Diana at dgrillo@q.com

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Writer's Review Comments

The Little Black Box

“The characters all seem solid and compelling, and they give good support to the main viewpoint. The husband, in particular, is a good supporting character in the story, with some strong idiosyncrasies that readers will no doubt find compelling. When characters are strong in a story, it provides an ongoing hook for readers.”

____ Mike Foley, Writer’s Review         

Blind-Sighted

“You’ve got some wonderful descriptive passages in the story—very good visuals of people and places. Strong description goes a long way in making the story seem real, and that realism is a hook for readers. I think they’ll be easily drawn into the story, and that’s just what you want.”

“The characters are all well-drawn and so they also seem realistic in the story. And when the characters speak, the spoken words sound natural and unique to the individuals. As a result, this sounds like real conversation between real people. That shows me you’ve got a good “dialogue ear” and know how people speak. That will serve you well as you continue to write.”

____ Mike Foley, Writer’s Review


Writer's Review Comments

The Little Black Box

“The characters all seem solid and compelling, and they give good support to the main viewpoint. The husband, in particular, is a good supporting character in the story, with some strong idiosyncrasies that readers will no doubt find compelling. When characters are strong in a story, it provides an ongoing hook for readers.”

____ Mike Foley, Writer’s Review         

Blind-Sighted

“You’ve got some wonderful descriptive passages in the story—very good visuals of people and places. Strong description goes a long way in making the story seem real, and that realism is a hook for readers. I think they’ll be easily drawn into the story, and that’s just what you want.”

“The characters are all well-drawn and so they also seem realistic in the story. And when the characters speak, the spoken words sound natural and unique to the individuals. As a result, this sounds like real conversation between real people. That shows me you’ve got a good “dialogue ear” and know how people speak. That will serve you well as you continue to write.”

____ Mike Foley, Writer’s Review


Excerpt From Short Story "An Accidental Murder"

Margie had just hung up the phone from what she thought would be a pleasant call to her mother; It didn’t go quite as she planned. Her mother told her that her sister Connie had just left her house and was fighting mad and was coming over to give Margie a piece of her mind. Whenever Connie felt she had to take on too much of the caregiving for their mother, she would lash out at Margie. Her mother told her to try and be the peacemaker and to remember what Connie had gone through and that she just wasn’t right in her mind, ever since those beatings. Margie told herself, “Who does she think she is, trying to tell me what to do, we’re not kids anymore.”


Margie heard the car screech to a stop in front of her rental on the first floor of a home she had moved into several months earlier. She lived there with her husband that she was now planning on leaving. She opened the door just in time to see her sister Connie storm out of the car in a fury. She slammed the door so hard that the papers on the dashboard flew into the air and fell to the floor. Before Connie reached Margie, she began screaming something about their mother. Margie had gotten so used to her sister’s rants that her words slid off of her like water on a slick raincoat.


Margie’s embarrassment from her sister’s behavior began a long time ago; she had always tried to manage it as best as she could. By now the neighbors on the street were watching the scene with stretched necks. Mrs. Costa, who owned the home and lived upstairs with Mr. Costa opened the window and stuck her head out to make sure she didn’t miss anything.

Margie braced herself as Connie waddled up to her. Connie was only five feet tall. All the weight she had gained when she was pregnant settled in her breast and hips. She wasn't like most women that tried to shed the birth weight, Connie wore it with pride. She wore tight tops that brazenly exposed her breasts. She was partial to clinch belts that pushed her body fat in all directions, exposing the rolls on her hips. She kept the belt so tight that it resembled a rubber band that was about to burst. Her long dark hair covered part of her face; she wore black eyeliner with wings on the end of each eye, looking like Cleopatra.


Excerpt From Short Story "An Accidental Murder"

Margie had just hung up the phone from what she thought would be a pleasant call to her mother; It didn’t go quite as she planned. Her mother told her that her sister Connie had just left her house and was fighting mad and was coming over to give Margie a piece of her mind. Whenever Connie felt she had to take on too much of the caregiving for their mother, she would lash out at Margie. Her mother told her to try and be the peacemaker and to remember what Connie had gone through and that she just wasn’t right in her mind, ever since those beatings. Margie told herself, “Who does she think she is, trying to tell me what to do, we’re not kids anymore.”


Margie heard the car screech to a stop in front of her rental on the first floor of a home she had moved into several months earlier. She lived there with her husband that she was now planning on leaving. She opened the door just in time to see her sister Connie storm out of the car in a fury. She slammed the door so hard that the papers on the dashboard flew into the air and fell to the floor. Before Connie reached Margie, she began screaming something about their mother. Margie had gotten so used to her sister’s rants that her words slid off of her like water on a slick raincoat.


Margie’s embarrassment from her sister’s behavior began a long time ago; she had always tried to manage it as best as she could. By now the neighbors on the street were watching the scene with stretched necks. Mrs. Costa, who owned the home and lived upstairs with Mr. Costa opened the window and stuck her head out to make sure she didn’t miss anything.

Margie braced herself as Connie waddled up to her. Connie was only five feet tall. All the weight she had gained when she was pregnant settled in her breast and hips. She wasn't like most women that tried to shed the birth weight, Connie wore it with pride. She wore tight tops that brazenly exposed her breasts. She was partial to clinch belts that pushed her body fat in all directions, exposing the rolls on her hips. She kept the belt so tight that it resembled a rubber band that was about to burst. Her long dark hair covered part of her face; she wore black eyeliner with wings on the end of each eye, looking like Cleopatra.


Published Stories

"Publish My Short Story" spring publication will include my short story "Mr. Anderson"




Published Stories

"Publish My Short Story" spring publication will include my short story "Mr. Anderson"