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Face the Music Eddy Guinick, if you asked him, would tell you, he never got a break. Nothing came easy in life for Eddy. He was born into an impoverished family, his dad, a chronic alcoholic, and his mother left him behind when she took off for her own chance at a better life. School denied Eddy all the opportunities for success because he just didn't fit in. Although he was capable of passing grades he largely failed out because his home life overshadowed everything he did. He never got a break. After his dad died, leaving nothing behind but his debts, Eddy struggled to survive, working a string of dead-end jobs. Eddy had a glimpse of a happy future when he married Anne, but she left him for his boss after six months of marriage. He lost his wife, job, and place to live all on the same day. But, today... Things were going to change. Today... Eddy was going to catch his break. Eddy rode the bus through downtown Toronto, on his way to the Woodbine racetrack. He had every penny he could gather in his pocket - Seventeen hundred dollars. He was going to bet it all on one horse, 'Face the Music' running in the fourth race. Eddy stood in front of the paddock watching the trainer saddle Face the Music, while her handler put a brush to her dappled tan coat. Eddy already placed his bet - Seventeen hundred dollars to win - Everything! Face the Music was the long shot at thirty-five to one odds. Eddy Guinick's heart was pounding out of his chest as the horses galloped down the home stretch. Four horses were tightly grouped out front. When they came across the wire Face the Music lost, but only by a nose. 297 WORDS |
| Instead of starting a new book and letting this one collect dust in my portfolio... I've made this a subsection to a new book, by posting this entry, then changing the front page to my new book for FLASH FICTION entries. Pretty clever, huh. Now I'll only have one big book collecting dust in my portfolio, instead of two. You don't have to thank me.  Welcome to Brother's Scribbles THE PLANET'S SECOND BEST BLOG ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I've always been attracted to activities that rhyme with dribble or dribbling. Enjoy my scribblings, leave a scribble, wipe a dribble. Check out this creative writing contest You may also enjoy Feel free to also visit my portfolio: http://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/brothernature ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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Coast to Ghost ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Darren Strum's dream of cycling the historic Cabot Trail on the east coast of Canada, becomes his worst nightmare, when he discovers the trail harbors an evil living history hidden in a thick hellish fog. Riding on one of the most scenic trails in the world, proves to provide sights that threaten to scare him to death. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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| August 4, 2012 Scribble prompt provided by: Brooklyn   You find a message scrawled in lipstick on a mirror in a public restroom, what is it and is it for meant for you? Is someone in danger or does this happen all the time because this is just the kind of bathrooms you normally hang out in?  When I started coming around, I found myself lying on the cold tiled bathroom floor. I instinctively knew I was in a bathroom, I always wake up in a bathroom. I searched the room with my eyes, looking for the tell tale clues as to which bathroom I'm in, exactly. No urinals. Looks like I'm in the Ladies' room again. The scent of a myriad of various perfumes assault my senses like a field of flowers soaked in perfume. I turned my head and bashed my forehead into a steel pipe. In front of me, was a row of sinks each with a lighted mirror above it. As my vision cleared up I was able to make out some writing on one of the mirrors. I sat up to get a better look. Someone had scrawled a message in lip stick on a mirror. I  PEANUT & BUTTER SANWHICHES !!! I read it over and over again. I can't imagine who wrote it, but one thing was painfully clear. The message was directed at me. I love Peanut-butter sandwiches too. I knew exactly what to do. I pulled my body forward across the floor with my hands. When I was close enough, I reached up and grasped a sink with both hands. I struggled to pull myself up off of the floor, and was soon upright, supporting myself by leaning up on the sink. I used my shirt sleeve to wipe the lip stick message clear. I pulled a stick of lip stick from my back pocket, which I keep for just this purpose. While keeping my balance with one hand I quickly scrawled a reply on the mirror... YOU SPELLED SANDWICH WRONG! My arm was trembling by the time I was done and could no longer hold my own weight. I fell hard to the floor and again hit my head on the hard tile floor. Why does this always happen to me I wondered, and where the hell is my wheelchair? Joel Brother Nature ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Co-Host with Fi  of "Invalid Item"  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Member of The Showering acts of Joy Group "Showering Acts of Joy Group" & Rising Stars "Retired Founder, Rising Stars Program" I'm docked at "Talent Pond Blog Harbor MOVED TO 1700829" , a safe port for bloggers to connect.Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada   |
| July 9, 2012 Scribble prompt provided by: Thundersbeard 30DBC JULY HOST Write a little bit of fiction with the opening line: "God was bored by him". (apologies to Victor Hugo). God was bored by him, he seemed to be too happy. God wanted Adam to be happy, but enough is enough, it was boring for God to see Adam spending each day, doing what ever he wanted, when ever he wanted. Adam was unaware he was boring God to tears each day. Adam thought he was doing Gods will by, getting a peaceful and restful sleep every night, and awaking every morning with a smile on his face and a zest for the new day ahead of him. Adam smiled and sang along with the birds as he tended the garden. He had plenty of time to laugh and play. He ate when he was hungry and slept when he was tired, he didn't have a care in the world. Adam knew that as long as he did not eat the fruit from the tree in the center of the garden, as per Gods instructions, he would live a long and happy life in the paradise which God created for him to live in. God looked down from heaven into the Garden of Eden and was bored. Adam needed something to add a little spice to his life. God decided to create Eve and give Adam a wife. So, on about the tenth day or so, God created woman. God created Eve so she would be appealing to Adam. He gave her long blonde hair, and the ability to cut, style, and dye it, in a variety of attractive ways. He gave her bright sparkling eyes, a button nose and a mouth full of straight white teeth framed by full sensual lips. He gave her smooth silky skin, which was soft to the touch.He gave her a slender body, with child bearing hips and ample perfectly proportioned breasts. (God did the first boob job, and it was good.) Finally God gave Eve a brain made of cabbage. Eve was pretty hot, so sayeth the lord, and with that God married Eve unto Adam so that Adam now would have a wife. God was going to give Eve a bottle of wine, so she could celebrate her and Adams first night together as husband and wife, but somehow God knew that Adam would soon discover alcohol on his own. The morning after the honeymoon, which lasted 7 minutes, Adam awoke to the sound of Eve's voice. "It's about time you woke up. I was starting to think you would sleep all day. I'm hungry, is there anything to eat? I hope there is something you can do about all these bugs around here, and do those birds have to start making that racket so early in the morning? It sure is hot. Can you make a new hut, somewhere in the shade? Oh yeah there was a snake out side, by that big apple tree in the center of the garden, you'll have to kill it. Do you like my hair like this? You could stand to lose a few pounds. Are you going to make me something to eat or not? This place is a dump, when was the last time you dusted? Definitely needs paint. Are you going to just sit there? Hey where are you going? OH! I don't even get a kiss goodbye now! You better be back in fifteen minutes Mr.! and you better bring me breakfast." Adam walked out in the center of the garden where he could no longer hear Eve's voice. Then Adam heard the voice of God, not speaking however, but laughing. Adam looked up to the heavens and shouted, " What have you done to me? Why did you ruin my life?" God replied, "I didn't ruin your life, I gave your life purpose and meaning, by giving you a loving wife. Besides, at least you're not boring me all day now." " I was happy without a wife, can you take her back?" "No deal! What God puts together, let no man seperate, I don't make the rules. You're stuck with her and besides, you'll need a wife to have the children I have planned for you." "Children!!! why are you doing this to me?" "Because I love you, and I don't want you to ever bore me again. It's not so bad Adam, wait until you see what I do to Job." Just then Eve arrived in the center of the garden. "Who are you talking to," she asked. "Never mind. Did you find me anything to eat? Did you kill that snake yet. like I asked. Are you going to wear that same olive leaf, it's the same one you had on yesterday. Is this the tree you were telling me about? The one that we couldn't eat the fruit from? Why is that? Who is this, "God" guy? Why do we have to do everything he says? I mean really! Who does he think he is, anyway? Those apples look pretty good to me. Can we eat one? "Yes Eve, help yourself to all the apples you would like. I'm going to go see if I can make anything to drink out of those grapes on the other side of the garden." Adam grumbled and stomped as he walked to the other side of the garden, gone were his days of blissful bachelor-ism. God looked down and laughed, "at least your not boring anymore Adam." Apologies to Victor Hugo. Joel Brother Nature I'm docked at "Talent Pond Blog Harbor MOVED TO 1700829" , a safe port for bloggers to connect.Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| July 6, 2012 Scribble prompt provided by: Fi Write about first impressions. Have you ever thought something about someone when you first met them and it was proved wrong? Having worked in both retail and direct sales for many years, I have learned the importance of first impressions. In sales, you live or die on your ability to make a positive first impression, as well as, your ability to receive (accurately) the impression that people set forth for themselves. Making good choices based on first impressions was a daily test in survival in the neighborhood where I grew up. My life experience served me well, as I utilized my discernment skills through the sales process. Of course nobody can be right all the time, so I won't make any claims of having superior abilities. What I have found is: if you are forming opinions based on first impressions (good or bad) you must have the flexibility to reform your opinion when your impression(s) prove to be wrong. Joel Brother Nature I'm docked at "Talent Pond Blog Harbor MOVED TO 1700829" , a safe port for bloggers to connect.Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
| July 3, 2012 Scribble prompt provided by Prosperous Snow celebrating  Celebrating independence Although Canada began it's journey into independence on January 1, 1867 with The British North America Act, I think independence is something we continue to work on, and towards, both as our political will, and as a common goal as a nation. On July 1, 2012 we celebrated Canada Day. On Canada Day we are encouraged to go out and use and enjoy our parks and recreational themed activities across our country. Of course there are fireworks and alcohol to help ensure a good time is had by all. We celebrate Queen Victoria's Birthday in the same way. I believe that we hold our independence as a nation, with pride and reverence, but we celebrate our uniqueness as a nation and as a people. Bottom line...We just like to party. On Canada Day 2012, Winnipeg, Manitoba challenged Langley, British Columbia to a human flag competition. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Winnipeg crushed Langley, by having more than three times the participants. IN YOUR FACE LANGLEY!!! Joel Brother Nature I'm docked at "Talent Pond Blog Harbor MOVED TO 1700829" , a safe port for bloggers to connect.Please visit my blog @ "Invalid Item" Made in Canada |
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