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Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Stranger Dreams

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Bonnie woke the entire house, again. Screaming.

“NO!!! Help me MOMMY!!”

For the third night in a row, Lana tried to make sense of Bonnie’s sobbing words.

“The monster melts people!”

“It was only a bad dream sweetheart. Close your eyes. Mommy will stay till you go back to sleep.”

In the morning, Bonnie again claimed cluelessness. “Don’t remember mommy.”

It wasn’t until they got downtown and she started screaming “the flayer!!” that Ben confessed. “Uh mom, Bonnie accidentally kinda watched Stranger Things with us. That might kinda remind her of the Mind Flayer. Sorry”

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Mental note: never let Ben babysit again.

Like many of you, I binge watched Stranger Things this week, so maybe that why this story came to mind when I saw Dale’s great photo (provided by Rochelle and her Friday Fictioners Challenge.)

Or maybe it’s because I am TERRIFIED of these dancing air sock things. ARRRGHHH!

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TWBB* Strikes Again

Tina Stewart Brakebill

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Ben was patient. He could wait.

No couples or guys. Girls or little kids or moms were best. He could outrun them.

His back ached but he’d wait. For the perfect target.

SPLAT!

Shock. Fear. Relief. Then anger or laughter.

Run or bow? That space of unknown. That moment. Perfection.

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Photo by Riyas Paloli on Pexels.com

This 280 character tale about *The Water Balloon Bandit was inspired by Kat’s Twittering Tale challenge.

Twas fun to write but I think that Ben may benefit from some therapy!

Cover Photo by Nathan Dumlao at Unsplash.com

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Just Following Orders

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Its big eyes just stared unblinking for a minute. “What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last.

Its tone surprised me. Such a soft sweet voice it had! Oozed like honey. Regret briefly crossed my mind. I pushed it back. “Doesn’t matter.” I replied. “I’m just following orders.”

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Photo by izhar khan on Pexels.com

This 50 word piece of Flash Fiction was inspired by the 50 word Thursday Challenge. Hosted this week by  Tales from the mind of Kristian

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
  • HAVE FUN!

Here’s the picture

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And here are the words:

`What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

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The End: Metaphor or Simile?

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed.

Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill.

Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.”

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I clearly am reveling in the dark this week! Thanks to Kat’s Twittering Tales Challenge for inspiring this 279 character story.

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Bad Decisions

Tina Stewart Brakebill

God she was exhausted. The constant questions. The scrutiny. Knowing she was being judged. Constantly.  About every single thing.

Her friends had tried to warn her but she didn’t listen. “It’s not like I’m new at this this.” Her naïve arrogance dripping off her words. But California isn’t like New York they insisted.

Now she believed. Too late.

What it would feel like to escape it all? Just run. Dive in.  Sink. Just rest.

Free? Quiet?

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“Ms. Emma? … Ms. EMMA!”

The kids weren’t even the worst. It was the parents. Private school teacher in Malibu. Worst decision ever.

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Inspired by the beautiful photo prompt courtesy of Sandra Cook via Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge and by Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. As a former teacher, the first thing I thought when I saw the word prompt “exhaustion” was teaching! Don’t get me wrong, I loved it BUT exhausted I often (always) was!