Tina Stewart Brakebill

The Final Scavenger Hunt

November 28, 2018January 29, 2020 Tina Stewart Brakebill

This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing.

Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that last clue?

I won’t be foiled again. Mighty he may be but today the laughs on me.

I tried to calmly scan the basement. Foiled? Aluminum, maybe. No.

Then it hit me. A rare happy memory. Oil Can Harry!

“Coises!” I’m gonna be rich.

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This fun flash fiction (100 words exactly) was inspired by the PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen provided by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners.

With a little extra boost from FOWC (trail)

And a special assist from Mighty Mouse’s chief bad guy Oil Can Harry.

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Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Heart’s Desire

November 27, 2018January 29, 2020 Tina Stewart Brakebill

When all fear is lost

And your passion reigns as queen

The desired heart wins

This little piece was inspired by the fabulous photo provided by The Haunted Wordsmith

It made me think: What was she thinking as she looked over her shoulder? Was she considering what her life could be or could have been IF only she had been (or still was) brave enough to make a change?

And that idea connected with notions of winning and losing, courtesy of Ronovan Writes

Thanks to both. Check out their pages. Good stuff!!

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Cassie & Nessie

November 26, 2018January 29, 2020 Tina Stewart Brakebill

Cassie’s brain was spinning as she gazed at the Loch. Liam! An asshole and a coward. Starts this and then takes a powder. That headline also pissed her off. “Woman”! We’re NOT interchangeable. But it was those damn marks around ‘proves’ that really did it. She was not some kind of random wacko going on and about Big Foot or some other nonsense! She was bona fide PhD and an expert on deep water life forms. Her thoughts circled back to Liam. He was such an idiot. The paper was still in its draft stages. Not ready for publication. What possessed him to sell the story to that rag! Twitter was having a field day. She’d never be taken seriously now. Years of work. The data. All for nothing. She’d be another footnote in the line of nutcases obsessed with “Nessie.” All anyone would remember was that stupid photo. She knew it wasn’t real but it had inspired her life’s work. Now it was all over. Fitting she was at the place it all started. The Loch. As she stared, its surface stirred. And her brain spun.

Liam stared at Cassie and wondered. Was being in a coma like dreaming?