Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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. 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… Continue reading quixotic musings
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. 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.… Continue reading Love & the Big Top
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… Continue reading Rejection
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… Continue reading A Rumpus
~~~~Brian & Tina: a love story ~~~~ lavender lipstick ~ met Converse high tops and tux ~ a love story told ~ 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… Continue reading a love story
I don't normally write short stories. It's just not my thing. But St Pete's local literary organization (shout out to Keep St Pete Lit!) sponsored a short story contest as part of its festival of all things literary called the Sun Lit Festival. So I entered. As you may have surmised from the blog's title,… Continue reading Clowns & Moms Don’t Win the Prize
Tina Stewart Brakebill 