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First Stop Fiction

First Stop Fiction.

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First Stop Fiction


First Stop Fiction just published my story, “Controlling Miss Lovekey.” I can’t post it here, but I can share the link.

According to their website, “First Stop Fiction is dedicated to publishing stories that spare no opportunity to end. We like things left messy. We like resonance achieved, then left alone.”

If you enjoy writing flash fiction, you’ll want to try this. The challenge is:   to stop!

As for “Controlling Miss Lovekey,” I wrote the story specifically for this publication. I was inspired by memories of my older brother reading Herman Hesse. I was about ten, and read everything that he read. When I read Demian, I became fascinated by the mind control aspects.

First Stop Fiction may do a print anthology of the stories from their first two years of publication, so there’s a chance I could be in that.


Controlling Miss Lovekey   ©   copyright   2012  by Sara Jacobelli

Photo Credit: “Typewriter,” by mikeymckay.

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I’m Going to Be Just Like Jimmy Conway

I’m Going to Be Just Like Jimmy Conway.

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I’m Going to Be Just Like Jimmy Conway


Here is another writing prompt from writersdigest. com:

Read some of the other stories, or write one of your own:

“Why You Had to Break In”

You are 16 years old and you and your friends have just been caught breaking into the local gas station. After your parents post your bail, you must explain why you did it, since this is not something you would usually do. What your parents—and others—don’t realize is that you did it for heroic reasons.

Post your response (500 words or fewer) in the comments below.


©  copyright  2012  by  Sara Jacobelli

“I’m Going to be Just Like Jimmy Conway”

My boyfriend and his mom and brothers and sisters scrape by on welfare and food stamps. His mom works part time as a dishwasher, and Angelo dropped out of high school and is looking for work. His mom is $100 bucks short on the rent and they’re facing eviction. They have nowhere to go.

When my friends suggested breaking into Fiorito’s gas station and store on East Main Street, I figured why not go along with it and help Angelo and his family out? I don’t need the money. Our rent is paid, and both my parents have half way decent jobs. As for stealing from the Fiorito’s, well I look at it this way. First of all, they charge way too much for their gas and groceries. Second, they have insurance. And third, they have plenty of money. My Poppy says Tony Fiorito is a slum lord. Besides, he’s the landlord who is evicting Angelo and his family. Angelo has one sister who is deaf and one brother in a wheelchair, and his dad is a deadbeat when it comes to paying child support.

So in this case I didn’t think stealing was wrong. I mean, I did it for all the right reasons. And, unfortunately, I got caught. Now I’m in big trouble, but. . . I just have to convince everyone that even though I technically broke the law, I did it for a good reason. We stole $432 dollars. Divided four ways, me and Patty and Donna and Joan get $108 dollars each. So I can give Angelo’s mom $108 dollars, which should help keep them from being evicted. Just when it’s getting cold out, too.

I only have one problem. That is, after I convince Mom and Poppy that yeah, I made some bad choices, but my heart was in the right place. My problem is this: Well, have you ever seen the movie Goodfellas? That gangster movie made back in the 80s? My Poppy just loves that movie, so we have it on DVD and I’ve seen it plenty of times. Remember that guy in it played by Robert De Niro? That guy, Jimmy Conway? Well, there’s this one scene where him and his buddies hijack trucks. And the guy doing the voice over, Henry Hill, he says that when it comes to stealing, Jimmy Conway, “actually enjoys it.”

See, that’s me. That night we broke into Fiorito’s? That’s the first time I ever stole anything, swear to God. But. . . I gotta admit. I really enjoyed it. I never felt so good in my life. I’ve never gotten off on drinking or drugs, but stealing. Man, that’s some kind of high.

famous diner

449 words

Photo Credits:

“Goodfellas,” DBduo Photography, CC NonCommercial ShareAlike.

“Airline Diner,” Global Jet. CC Attribution Only.

“Goodfellas,” movie directed by Martin Scorsese, 1990.

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Why Church Poor Boxes are Now Locked

Why Church Poor Boxes are Now Locked.

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Why Church Poor Boxes are Now Locked

Postcard Shorts just published this story:

Why Church Poor Boxes Are Now Locked

(Flash Fiction)        The Evil Mary Fran Series

For the Poor Charity Box Basilica of St. Adelb...

© copyright 2012  by  Sara Jacobelli

We stood looking at the ancient heavy wooden box. “Cool,” said the Evil Mary Fran. “It ain’t even locked.”

“But I don’t think we should steal from the church.” I wasn’t sure who I was more afraid of, my religious aunt, who would have tears in her eyes but would still whip me with the belt, or a terrible curse from the sky roaring down on us like thunder.

“Look, it says Poor Box, right? And we’re poor, ain’t we?”

“I guess so.”

“So the money’s ours.” She opened the box, and we each greedily grabbed a fistful of wrinkled dollar bills. We stuffed them in our pockets, scooped up the change.

“Someone’s coming,” I whispered, terrified that a priest or, worse yet, a nun, would grab hold of us and whip our skinny bodies with sticks and belts. Mary Fran didn’t look the least bit concerned.

She put a finger to her lips. “We’ll sneak out the side door and go down the alley.”

We ran to her rickety wooden front porch, then counted the loot. I scored $7.43. Mary Fran did better, $9.75.

“I know where I’m going,” she said, greed glinting in her eyes. “Dairy Queen.”

“Look.” I found a tiny piece of folded paper among the bills. “It says,  Dear God, I am sorry I have no money to feed the poor. I will give some  when I get paid from working in the laundry.

The Evil Mary Fran laughed. “Man, the bastards around here are so cheap.”

I looked at the note again. It looked just like my aunty’s neat Catholic school girl handwriting.


Photo Credit: “For the Poor Charity Box Basilica of St. Adelbert, Grand Rapids,” by stevendpolo. License CC Attribution Only.

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