Brigidh McKeen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Wrath of The Nighthawk” by Brigidh McKeen

Dianna had flown all night and well into the morning from California to Washington DC. Heat from her anger had kept her warm enough. The sun rose as the headquarters for Mutant Task Force America or MTF America was below her. There were already men in dark suits waiting to guide her inside. The helicopter that circled the building about a ¼ mile out had a gunman. She was of no delusion that those bullets could kill her. She landed at the door to the building making the men walk up the stairs behind her as she entered the bu...

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“Nighthawk” by Brigidh McKeen

“Comic books” Dianna though Rarely do they catch the true story, and they tend to glorify and immortalize the hero. Some of the Heroes that they wrote about could be said to be immortal. After all Stan Lee wrote about Wolverine, his healing ability had kept him timeless. She had met Magneto recently as he had tried to recruit her to his army. She had no wish to be in that mess. While other Mutants fought a war over who was going to rule the world. She simply kept her part up saving people and being a positive point in human...

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“Rise of Nighthawk” by Brigidh McKeen

Submitted to Contest #48

Years of training and learning within the Xaviar school for gifted children had done a lot of good for Dianna. She had been invited to join the X-man forces but had declined. She wanted to go home and be with her family. She had made a few friends during summer breaks over the years. Tony and Josie were her two best friends. Josie wanted to be her lady on the mic, and Tony had a degree already in IT and engineering. He liked to tinker and make cool gadgets. He had graduated a year ahead of her, in 2004. She always knew...

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“I’m Not an Angel ” by Brigidh McKeen

Submitted to Contest #48

Dianna looked in the mirror of the girls room, she brushed her curly brown and raven mottled hair out of her eyes. She was tall for 12 years old, 5 ft 8 inches and lean, other girls her age were starting to blossom. Dianna had grown in other ways. At 9 years of age her wings had truly started to fill out and stop being patchy like a fledgling bird. She looked ordinary other than those two things. If she could hide her wings you would have not seen her anyway other than a very tall athletic and gawky child. Some days Dianna ...

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“The Birth of an Angel” by Brigidh McKeen

Submitted to Contest #48

December 1987, she was born Dianna Hartel, at her birth she was 6lbs, 5 oz, 21 inches long, and a full head of hair, raven black. She had been born in Michigan at 10:45 pm. For her two Blond haired parents this was only the smallest concern they had, Dianna had small wings, just like a newborn baby bird they were featherless, instead covered by downy fluff like a baby hawk. “Kat darling, I uh….. I know she is mine.” But what had been the cause of her mutation. “Well George my love, they say it is the man's DNA that decides these things, so w...

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“The Gift of Magic” by Brigidh McKeen

Submitted to Contest #44

The Gift of MagicBy Brigidh McKeenBrigidh sat quiet as she called the forces of the world to ground and center her. She was a Crone. One experienced with the magics that this world held. This world had little magic left. Too much science had taken over and drowned out the magic’s song. It took many years to learn to hear the song of magic but with much training any practitioner of magic could find the quiet and peaceful tune it held. In time most people in their later years of practice would learn to feel that vibration and the rhythmic beat...

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Author bio

I have always been a story teller, but writing down what is inside my head isn't always easy and I have help from family to edit my work so that it all comes together in a grand story for you to read. Bhearh my husband is a walking talking dictionary, my daughters Elizabeth and Jj are ready to help me make sure what I think gets to the page clearly, Mel my sister will read it and let me know if it is just way to crazy. Thank you to those that support my new habit of writing. Bhearh is my muse, over the years my wonderful husband has been a Game master in several RPG table top games, ranging from D&D to Mech Warrior and many more. He has romanced me over thousands of lifetimes, and thousands of world. It is because of him I am able to write down those adventures and without him I wouldn't have so many tales to tell. Thank you my love.