Brian the Writer

Brian the Writer R. Brian Campbell is an Author, Freelance Writer, Storyteller and Nature Photographer from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Website: https://brianthewriter.ca/
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Published Books: Out of My Mind and Out of This World. Brian Campbell is an Author, Freelance Writer, Storyteller and Nature Photographer. Brian’s first book, Out of My Mind, published in 2020, was a collection of random stories, literally from out of the author’s mind. Brian's second book, Out of This World, published in June, 2023, is mainly a collection of Science Fiction and Fantasy stories, i

ntended to take you out of this world. Out of This World is broken into three sections. The first section, Off The Beaten Path, and consists of thirteen random, often humorous stories, of a style that will be familiar to anyone who read Out of My Mind. The author even includes a brief return to Campbell Alternative News, when intrepid reporter, Brian Campbell, attempts to interview a Modern Day Prophet. From the author’s first story, I Talk To Animals, in which the author describes his relationship with the animals I have met in my travels, to Vampires in Whitby, to Adventurer for Hire, the author attempts to gently lead you out of your comfort zone and into the realms of his imagination. The second section, Through Time and Space, plunges the reader directly into the author’s Science Fiction worlds, offering several potential futures for our world, and venturing off onto other Planets. The last story in this section The Price of Peace, is, a 31,000 word novella, which is sure to be a favourite among Sci Fi fans. The third and final section Welcome To My World, leads the reader into a fantasy world entirely of the author’s creation. This section consists of ten separate, yet interconnected, fantasy stories, set in the same world, but involving different protagonists. As the stories are interconnected, you will find that there are some reoccurring characters, occasionally leading us from one story to the next. This series of stories represents a foreshadowing of things to come. Happy Reading. Link to Brian's books: https://www.amazon.ca/s?k=out+of+this+world+out+of+My+Mind+r.+brian+campbell&crid=1BSNG2T1UQI4T&sprefix=out+of+this+world+out+of+my+mind+r+brian+campbell%2Caps%2C114&ref=nb_sb_noss

Happy Robbie Burns Day weekend to all ye bonny Scotts. Slàinte!
01/23/2026

Happy Robbie Burns Day weekend to all ye bonny Scotts. Slàinte!

Hello, Dear Readers. In the spirit of the season, here is another Alfie the Elf story. This one is a bit longer than t...
12/23/2025

Hello, Dear Readers. In the spirit of the season, here is another Alfie the Elf story. This one is a bit longer than the previous Alfie stories. Enjoy.

Mystery Guest
by
R. Brian Campbell

Just. Keep. Putting. One. Foot. In. Front. Of. The. Other. Don’t. Stop. She was so cold, she could barely keep moving. Her winter clothing was designed for extreme cold, but it probably wasn’t intended for the amount of time she had been out in the cold. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt her fingers and toes. Or face. Or any body part, now that she thought about it. That wasn’t good. No. Not good at all. But she couldn’t stop. To stop was to die, and that was not an acceptable option. But it would feel so good to just lie down and rest for just a moment.

“Halt! Who goes there?” The voice broke her out of her reverie. It was attached to a huge, round, blindingly white face, with eyes, nose and mouth as black as pitch. Or coal. A second, nearly identical face appeared beside the first. The faces were connected to massive, roundish bodies, with sticklike arms and no legs.

“H-h-he-elp m-m-meee!” She forced through frozen lips. She felt herself falling forward.

“Blizzard! Go get Frosty. “I’ll take her into the guardhouse,” The first one said to second, as slim but strong arms caught her and lifted her up. Then everything went black.
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When she awoke, she was in a shelter, out of the elements, but still bitterly cold. She opened her eyes to see a large snowman wearing a top hat staring down at her, a corncob pipe jutting out of the corner of his wide mouth, his coal eyes almost glowing and his carved face actually expressing concern. “Hello, young lady. Good to see you awake again. How are you feeling?”

“Cold.”

He blinked. “Really? Even inside here? I don’t feel cold.”

She smirked. “I’m sure you don’t. But to be fair, you are made of snow and I’m not.”

The snowman smiled. “You’ve got me there.” He turned to the two snowmen behind him. “Blizzard. Powder. Go through the village as quickly as you can. We need winter accessories. As many as you can gather on short notice. Scarves, toques, mittens, shawls, coats, blankets if you can find them. Quickly now. Don’t dawdle.”

When the other snowmen left, he turned back to the girl. “So tell me, little lady. Why aren’t you acting surprised to be in the company of talking snowmen?”

The girl shrugged. “I suppose I should be. But a talking polar bear gave me the directions to get here.”

The snowman’s grin broadened. “Once again, I can’t argue with your logic. I’m Frosty. Welcome to Snowville, home of the snowpeople.”

The girl’s mouth dropped open. “You’re Frosty? THE Frosty?”

“So, now you’re surprised? Talking polar bears and snowmen don’t shock you, but the fact that I’m Frosty does?” Frosty rested his stick arms on his wide hips.

The girl grinned sheepishly. “Okay, that one’s on me. It’s just that you’re the most famous snowman in history. I didn’t expect to actually meet you. At least not right away.”

“Fair enough. So, little lady, what are you doing way out here?”

“I need to talk to Santa.”

To read the rest of this story, and more stories on my blog, click here: https://brianthewriter.ca/mystery-guest/

With the Holiday season Upon us and Christmas right around the corner, I thought that it was due time (overdue, really)...
12/18/2025

With the Holiday season Upon us and Christmas right around the corner, I thought that it was due time (overdue, really) for me to pass on another Alfie the Elf story. Enjoy.

The Case of the Disappearing Toys
by
R. Brian Campbell

“Alfie! Do you know where the dollhouses are?”

Alfie looked up from the puzzle he was carefully cutting out, keeping his finger on the spot where he had been working. “They are in the storage shed number five, with the dolls, cribs and other accessories, just like they’ve always been, Chester. Don’t tell me that your memory is starting to go, already. You’re barely over 100.

What will you be like in a couple more centuries?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my memory,” Chester grumbled.

“Storage shed five is empty.”

“What do you mean, empty?” Alfie spun around on his stool, the puzzle forgotten.

“Empty. Unfull. Vacant. Void. Hollow. An empty shell. Bereft of toys. That’s what I mean. Empty.” Chester glared at him.

“That’s impossible! I just built two doll carriages yesterday and they barely fit inside.”

“Well there’s nothing but room, now.” Chester folded his arms across his tiny chest.

“Show me.” Alfie hopped off the stool.

“Gladly.” Chester spun on his heel and stormed out of the workshop, Alfie following as quickly as his tiny legs could keep up.

Soon they were standing in the centre of an empty storage shed.

Alfie turned slowly, his large eyes taking in the empty shelves as his brain struggled to comprehend what he was, or rather, wasn’t seeing. “Oohhhhh… this is not good. We have to tell Santa.”

“You tell him,” Chester insisted.

It was Alfie’s turn to glare at his fellow elf. “You’re coming with me.” His voice left no room for argument.
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Soon the two elves were standing before Santa in his office, attempting to explain what they discovered. Santa was leaning back, half-sitting on the edge of his desk and rubbing his chin through his whiskers. He was dressed casually, in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up nearly to his elbows, red overalls, held up by multicoloured suspenders, and house slippers. “Missing toys, you say. A whole shed of them. That is serious. Have you looked around the shed to see if there is any sign that someone may have taken them?”

Alfie snapped his fingers. “Of course! They have to have gone somewhere. Don’t worry, Santa. I’ll find them.”

Santa smiled. “Ho, ho, I have every confidence in you, Alfie. But one thing before you go.”

“Anything, Santa. What is it?”

“Once you find out where the toys have gone, please come and get me. Don’t confront the thieves on your own. Can you promise me that?”

Alfie pondered Santa’s comments. Thieves. Criminals. He hadn’t thought of that. “Are you certain that you want to confront thieves, sir?”

“Maybe yes. Maybe no. It all depends on what you find,” Santa told him, gravely. “That’s why I want you to get me first. You find them, but let me decide what the next course of action will be.”

“Yes, sir.” Alfie bolted out of the room, leaving Chester chasing after him.

The read the conclusion of this story, plus more stories on my blog, click here: https://brianthewriter.ca/the-case-of-the-disappearing-toys/

Join my partner in fiction, Nancy Walker, and I, this Saturday, December 6, 2025, from 10:30 am to 2:30 pm for the Snowy...
12/03/2025

Join my partner in fiction, Nancy Walker, and I, this Saturday, December 6, 2025, from 10:30 am to 2:30 pm for the Snowy Delights 2nd Annual Craft Sale Fundraiser, at Park City West Community Centre, 115 Sanford Fleming Rd. Nancy, of course, will be selling her novels, A Planet Called Imagine and Imagine Disaster, while I will be selling my books and nature pictures. Nancy and I will be joined by a number of other vendors, who will be selling their creations in support of Park Manor Culture Club. Get into the holiday spirit by buying local.
See you there.

Join me this Saturday, November 22, 2025, from 10:00 am to 3:00 pm for the Bergen Gardens Holiday Market, 1475 Molson St...
11/20/2025

Join me this Saturday, November 22, 2025, from 10:00 am to 3:00 pm for the Bergen Gardens Holiday Market, 1475 Molson Street. I will be joined by my partner in fiction, Nancy Walker, Author of A Planet Called Imagine and Imagine Disaster. Of course, I will be selling my books and nature pictures. Nancy and I will be joined by a number of other vendors, who will be selling their creations. Get into the holiday spirit by buying local.
See you there.

Join me this Sunday, November 16, 2025, from 10:00 am to 3:00 pm for the Yuletide Market, at Access Centre, 48 Holland R...
11/14/2025

Join me this Sunday, November 16, 2025, from 10:00 am to 3:00 pm for the Yuletide Market, at Access Centre, 48 Holland Rd. West St. Paul. I'll be selling my books and nature pictures, and 50 other vendors will be selling their creations. Get into the holiday spirit by buying local.
See you there.

Remember!
11/10/2025

Remember!

Lest We Forget!
11/10/2025

Lest We Forget!

Join me this Sunday, October 19th, at the Harvest Market, at the Access Centre at 48 Holland Rd, West St. Paul, from 10 ...
10/16/2025

Join me this Sunday, October 19th, at the Harvest Market, at the Access Centre at 48 Holland Rd, West St. Paul, from 10 am to 3 pm. I will be selling my books, Out of My Mind and Out of This World, as well as my Nature Pictures and, in honour of Halloween, some Gothic B&W pics. I am including some examples of my pictures. See you there.

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!
10/12/2025

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!

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