Bre O’Brien
Bre O’Brien is the author of several fantasy novels and short stories. She focuses on the middle ground of writing, places where the medical meets the magical, the possible meets the impossible, and the real meets the unreal.
She’s been a longtime collector of unlikely book boyfriends- starting with Frodo Baggins when she was 10. In middle and high school, she wrote her crushes down on paper as the love interests with overly complicated names. Every night before going to bed, she’d tell herself a bedtime story of romantic couples and magical places to drift off to sleep.
As a recent graduate of Southern New Hampshire University with a bachelor’s in English and Creative Writing, and a current student in the MFA program at SNHU, she loves to find new ways to play with all aspects of story. She works as a nurse in a juvenile detention center where there is no shortage of stories.
Every story deserves to be told no matter how heartbreaking or strange.
Bre lives on the Central Coast of California with her husband where they spend every other weekend going on fun adventures throughout the state.
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The archeologist wiped the sweat from her forehead and returned to brushing the dirt from the skull in the dirt. She had pitched her project to find one of the congregations of the last known races to quit reproducing and all die of old age in the Rangu desert, and so far her findings had…
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10 She stared at the clock, willing it to slow down. 9 She held her breath, waiting with anticipation and fear. 8 How had it already come so soon? 7 She thought she had more time. 6 It was already here?! 5 How had time slipped through her fingers do easily? 4 She tried to…
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It was different, the way the light caught her eyes. Yesterday was the first time he had noticed her eyes were brown, the first time she let him close enough to see her eyes up close. Today, as he gazed into her eyes, he realized they weren’t just brown, they were melted chocolate ice cream…
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It’s the new year, and a lot of people are hoping to exercise more and take control of their health, get stronger and work out. I want to exercise too, but in a different way. I want to exercise my right to my thoughts and feelings and the fact that they are valid. I want…
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Hold onto your goals as the lifelines they are. Goals are what make you alive, What make you strong, What prepare you for the world. Protect them and make them yours.
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Just when you think everything is all gone, Carry on. Just when you think there is nothing left, Carry on. When you feel like giving up and things are hard, Carry on. Nothing is ever really all gone. Hold on to that small blip of courage and CARRY ON!
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Connections are important. Cables connect us to the outside world, to people, to friends. Sometimes disconnects are important too. Sometimes we can be too connected to things and need to take a break. There is no shame in taking breaks, taking time for yourself and recharging before you reconnect. The world is a large and…
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My charger is white and new. Getting a new phone for the first time in over two years, it is unlike any other charger I’ve ever had. At first, I was apprehensive, new technology, new charger, new apps and a new OS, but slowly, I realized change was inevitable. Change is inevitable, not just in…
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There are certain things that carry over from the previous days and years. It’s been five years since nursing school started, five years since I got out of that terrible relationship, five years since every relationship I thought I had changed. There are so many things I’m still holding onto that I shouldn’t. After five…
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Their last communication before it happened was nothing she would classify as important. For weeks, their conversations had been shallow, timid, frightened. She wanted something deeper. “Please buy milk” wasn’t what she wanted. So she grabbed her keys, hopped in her car, and went to find herself anywhere but the grocery store.
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For nearly two weeks, the shiny metal staples shone like a beacon on her forehead. For nearly two weeks, all everyone ever saw was the staples. How she had gotten the staples wasn’t important, but she wouldn’t tell anyone either way. After she got them removed, the white clear strips were put in their place…
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I was fresh out of the package, and you burned me with your influence. Fed me your lines and your rhymes, All in perfect time and cadence. You marked me with your ways, and your faults, so that whenever I do anything, I am reminded of you. Your rhymes and your cadences, all getting stuck…
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Of the several things that lay strewn under the Christmas tree the week after the holiday, the most inconspicuous was the small cardboard box. “I know we’re over,” he had said way back in the summer when she had ended their relationship, “But I found this and it reminded me of you.” For months, she…
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As 2018 approaches, I’m going to be trying something new with this blog. Lately, my writing has been lacking and I feel like these last few months I’ve just been on autopilot and not enjoying life. For January, I’m going to try doing a blog post a day. If it works, great! I’ll continue it.…
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A couple of months ago, I made a blog post called “Not Every Girl is a Pearl”. In that post, I talked about all the changes I was making and the hope I had for the future. Here is what has changed since then. I’m still single, and learning to love it. My hair is…
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Today is World Judo Day and the theme this year is Courage. This is very important to me, since I feel I have been lacking courage recently. For the past few weeks, I’ve just been floating through life. Work, home, judo, school, repeat ad infinitum. I’ve recently decided that I’m not going to do that…
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I feel I am molten, Lava bubbling and shifting just beneath my skin, Waiting to erupt forth in a brilliant spectacle of despair, And rebirth. My muscles can’t stay stagnant, My blood courses with new vigor, My body ready to awaken, And create something beautiful.
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Maybe you’re right. Maybe I let go too soon, Tapped out when I should have stayed in, Let things go when they got too tough, Gave up, Gave in. Maybe I am a coward, For leaving, For tapping out, For wanting to protect myself, For wanting to chase my own happiness, Instead of feeling like…
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Everything about you is beautiful. Your eyes, bright, but guarded, And for good reason. Your lips, withdrawn, curled in on themselves, But soft enough to soothe the pain. Things will take time, But when you smile– God, when you smile!– And your eyes and your lips blossom, Everything seems right.
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Grief is the price you pay for having joy, If I smile today, Will I grieve tomorrow? If my heart is so full, Will it shatter tomorrow? If not tomorrow, The next day, Next year? When? Maybe when I try and spread joy, All I touch becomes grief. If I’m aware of that, Can I…