Tag: clowns

Flash Fiction, Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

quixotic musings

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Am I a dreamer?

Still full of hope as I yearn.      

Or am I a clown?

Yes, says the face in the glass

with your destiny foretold.  

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Image courtesy of Forgottenx at DeviantArt

I’m not sure that this piece fits perfectly into any of the challenges that inspired me today. So apologies if I’ve miscategorized things!

All I can say, is that the combination of Fandango’s FOWC (body, which I loosely subbed in “face in the mirror”),  Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge photo, and Sammi’s Challenge (to use the word quixotic, which I took as the entire theme) DID inspire me and, thus, this 26-word call and response story / tanka was born. (Side note: I love to throw in a good THUS or THEREFORE or NEVERTHELESS ….)

Flash Fiction, History, tutto e niente

Love & the Big Top

Tina Stewart Brakebill

I was only supposed to wrangle until it was time to head off to school. But then I met Evetta. What can I tell ya? You can’t beat love inside the three rings.

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Thanks to Sammi’s Challenge to use the word WRANGLE in a 33 word story and to Linda’s SoCS Challenge to use the word RING. They gave me the opportunity to write about my odd love for the Lady Clown (AGAIN!)

Flash Fiction, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Rejection

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Where the hell was that girl with his whiskey? It was cold in the courtyard. And drafty. But they wouldn’t let him smoke inside. And he really needed one. It was his first in six months so he probably didn’t need it so much as he wanted it. But right now he wasn’t in the mood to dissect the difference. He was too busy trying to pretend he didn’t really care. But his attempts at pretending collapsed almost immediately. He couldn’t lie to himself. He had wanted it. Bad.

As he thought about their rejection, he second-guessed every decision he had made. Where had he gone wrong? All he ever really wanted was to belong. Maybe that was it. Maybe they could smell the overwhelming need seeping out of his pores like a rancid perfume. The kind that claims to be glamorous but really is just cheap. Well screw them. He didn’t need to belong to their stupid group. Probably just a bunch of blowhards and know-it-alls. He took a long drag off his Camel and let his mind drift. He could see the headline now: “Unknown Author Defies Odds with Million Dollar Book Advance.”

But even as that thought formed, a single tear dropped. Stupid writing workshop.

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Photo by Matej on Pexels.com

 

I dedicate this to all my past rejections. Without them, I would not/could not be ME!

And thanks to all y’all (below) for your inspiration in word and picture!

Haunted Wordsmith

FOWC from Fandango (belong)

Weekly Prompts (glamorous)

The House of Bailey (need)

 

Flash Fiction

A Rumpus

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Did you hear the rumpus last night?

Rumpus?

Commotion. Noise.

I know what it means. But … rumpus?

It just felt right.

Really?

Yeh. A guy in a clown suit was singing from the tower. Making … you know …

A rumpus.

Yep.

Thanks to Sammi Scribbles for the 43 words Rumpus Challenge!

and Friday Fictioners for the Tower inspiration 

and for the PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell

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Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

a love story

Tina Stewart Brakebill

~~~~Brian & Tina: a love story ~~~~

lavender lipstick ~

met Converse high tops and tux ~

a love story told ~

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Many many years ago, a girl met a boy at a bar. All summer long, they drank rum and danced to David Bowie and sang with the Heads. Then summer ended. But the girl didn’t go home. She stayed because like Chaka Khan says “Ain’t Nobody.”

Ain’t nobody
Loves me better
Makes me happy
Makes me feel this way
Ain’t nobody
Loves me better than you

Happy Anniversary to my love. Happy Birthday to my love.

 

Thanks for the perfect writing prompt! Putting my Feet in the Dirt