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May | 2016 | Brittany DeBeeld
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). Beatrice the Incorrigible – Flash Fiction. May 9, 2016. May 9, 2016. I’ve been DYING to write a story with a super-powered octogenarian antagonist for some time now. So when this challenge. Came up and I found this photo. To inspire a story, I knew my time had come. I don’t need a babysitter! Said Adriana, impetuously. Mrs Martinez scoffed, Where do I begin? Last month’s house party? You found twenty pounds of sardines. She’s eighty four. And actually, she’s pretty sp...
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“The Slam” 100 Word Micro Fiction | Brittany DeBeeld
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). 8220;The Slam” 100 Word Micro Fiction. April 25, 2016. April 25, 2016. Painful. Agonizingly painful. Two minutes into a piece entitled ‘The Courage of my Uvula,” I realized what I terrible mistake I had made. This was the last time I’d agree to attend a poetry reading. Patrice spotted me before I could escape. She looked thrilled to see me. Damn. Did you like it? She asked, hopeful. Yeah, I lied, especially the vestigial organ metaphors. Tasteful. April 25, 2016 at 8:56 pm.
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Beatrice the Incorrigible – Flash Fiction | Brittany DeBeeld
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). Beatrice the Incorrigible – Flash Fiction. May 9, 2016. May 9, 2016. I’ve been DYING to write a story with a super-powered octogenarian antagonist for some time now. So when this challenge. Came up and I found this photo. To inspire a story, I knew my time had come. I don’t need a babysitter! Said Adriana, impetuously. Mrs Martinez scoffed, Where do I begin? Last month’s house party? You found twenty pounds of sardines. She’s eighty four. And actually, she’s pretty sp...
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). Beatrice the Incorrigible – Flash Fiction. May 9, 2016. May 9, 2016. I’ve been DYING to write a story with a super-powered octogenarian antagonist for some time now. So when this challenge. Came up and I found this photo. To inspire a story, I knew my time had come. I don’t need a babysitter! Said Adriana, impetuously. Mrs Martinez scoffed, Where do I begin? Last month’s house party? You found twenty pounds of sardines. She’s eighty four. And actually, she’s pretty sp...
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“The Slam” 100 Word Micro Fiction | Brittany DeBeeld
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). 8220;The Slam” 100 Word Micro Fiction. April 25, 2016. April 25, 2016. Painful. Agonizingly painful. Two minutes into a piece entitled ‘The Courage of my Uvula,” I realized what I terrible mistake I had made. This was the last time I’d agree to attend a poetry reading. Patrice spotted me before I could escape. She looked thrilled to see me. Damn. Did you like it? She asked, hopeful. Yeah, I lied, especially the vestigial organ metaphors. Tasteful. April 25, 2016 at 8:56 pm.
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Jeremy Pocket & the See-Through Wall | Flash Fiction | Brittany DeBeeld
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). Jeremy Pocket and the See-Through Wall Flash Fiction. May 5, 2016. May 5, 2016. Always the rebel, I chose a title from Chuck Wendig’s Flash fiction challenge. That *at the time* nobody had chosen. I wanted to be different. I still am different, but for separate reasons completely un-related to my writing or the challenge because I’m just that. Yup Let’s go with that one. Strange. Jeremy Pocket and the See-through Wall. 8220;What the hell, Christine? Easy there, Pocket, sa...
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Free Fiction | Brittany DeBeeld
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). Short story series coming soon! Here are a few pieces of micro fiction to hold you over. Please note: all micro fiction I post are exactly 100 words, excluding the title. Pain surged through my mind, ripping apart my head and tearing at what little sanity remained. The torture was too much. I longed for death. Please, make it stop, I begged, I’ll do anything! Hush You’re being overdramatic. And rude, mom replied. Or so I thought. Please don’t read it, please don’t read it.
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“The Mesa Room” – Flash Fiction Friday | Brittany DeBeeld
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). 8220;The Mesa Room” – Flash Fiction Friday. April 16, 2016. April 25, 2016. Today’s post is brought to you by the letter F! I love Chuck Wendig’s blog TERRIBLEMINDS.COM. Occasionally he posts flash fiction challenges. With odd writing prompts. Today, I let a random number generator help me select a title that I would use as the inspiration for a thousand word short story. For fun! And other F words. I had exactly 30 seconds to sweet talk the receptionist into letting me go.
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First post aaand we’re going weird. Yup, definitely weird. | Brittany DeBeeld
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Writer Teacher Human (probably). First post aaand we’re going weird. Yup, definitely weird. April 13, 2016. I’d say I was about 10% normal on a good day. Sometimes I speak only in outdated slang or video game catch phrases. Other times, I will only pantomime my feelings. I sing Opera or rap when I’m stuck in traffic. Both genres of music, I might add, are wildly outside my skillset. I’m the type of person who jams out in the. I think I’m ready for someone to die. I’m not afraid of someone dying. But, you...