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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His skin simulator felt too tight. It trapped him inside, too tight in some places, too large in others, heavy with use and age, but he would give anything to be there, waiting to learn their language. He had heard all about it, tried to learn on his own planet, but something was missing. There…
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Wow! March flew by in a flurry of days and I can’t believe we’re already in April! March Results: Continue Edits on BOOK A Editing was quite a slow process through March. There were several other projects going, not to mention a bunch of work and personal life changes. Some days it was so hard…
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February Results Finish the NaNoWrimo Novel from 2020 I finished the NaNo Novel from 2020 pretty early in the month. I put the last words down on February 4th, and for at least the next day or two, it didn’t feel like I had finished the last book of the series. Granted, there’s still work…
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Music and laughter flowed up from the open double doors on the gentle breeze flowing through the curtains. Josephine looked up from her studies, longing to join them, but her governess forced her back to the page. “Your handwriting is atrocious, child!” Her governess, Prudence admonished. “How do you expect your kingdom to enact your…
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January is now gone (and has been for a few days), and February is in full swing! I made a few writing goals last month, and there are always more goals to come! Here’s how I did in January: January Results Write at least 500 words a day: As hard as I tried to write…
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While he was breaking into the castle vaults, looking for any information to get the tyrant king off the throne, his wife was having tea with the very same man. He wasn’t aware of if until he came home that evening and found her sitting at their small kitchen table, tending to their meager chipped…
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December Results: Finish My NaNoWriMo 2020 Project Sadly, I did not finish my NaNoWriMo 2020 project before the end of 2020. I made great progress in November, writing a massive amount of words and getting through a good portion of plot, but progress stalled in December. What I did end up doing, no matter how…
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Someone was leaving her flowers. Beautiful, bold bouquets with all kinds of arrangements of flowers. Some of them were simple, a small arrangement of daisies and primrose and a few others that were just a few flowers, nothing massive to start. As time went on, they became more wild, more overt. Someone was trying to…
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The library might as well have been her second home. As much time as she had spent there, she was surprised they even asked to see her library card anymore. She had never even had a late fee, had never forgotten a good book. She had practically spent her whole life reading. Ever since she…
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At first, wandering through the pawn shop on her afternoon had seemed like a dumb idea. Then, she eased herself into it. There were no errands to do, she had the first free afternoon in months and had had enough caffeine in the morning that going home and taking a nap was impossible. The pawn…
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November was a strange mix of fast and slow, creativity and drought, and work and play. It’s hard to believe it’s already over and we’re now in the last month of 2020. Here’s how my month went and how much I accomplished: November Results: NaNoWriMo NaNoWriMo 2020 went great as far as the straight challenge…
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Here, on the eve of a new decision, we the people have done as we were asked to do. We put our best selves forward and made a decision for the future. Left or right, red or blue, it doesn’t matter. We the people used our voices and stood up and made sure we were…
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Well, here we are at the end of another month, and let me just say, October did not go at all as I planned it to go. It was not a good month for me, and I have no problem saying that. I pushed a lot of goals to the side because I wasn’t doing…
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September has come and gone in a flurry of work, writing and goals completed and not completed. I can’t believe we’re already in October and getting closer and closer to the holidays already. Here’s how I did in September. September Results: Reach the 50% mark in Ghost House Heart I wrote quite a lot in…
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Adulthood is where dreams go to die. Where the light of desires and wishes is snuffed out by the heavy demands of adulthood. Silently, they die, screams unheard between bills to pay and the green desire of more more more! Adulthood is where dreams go to die. Snuffed out in youth by the distractions of…
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The little boy soldiers rush at each other With armor of mistakes and the pain of being alone, Losing their only love, Having their hearts torn from their chests. They don’t use swords or shields, Sharp tongues and well thought out excuses their weapons. The older strikes first, The first blow with the most dangerous…
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Write a poem called “The End” it cannot be about death, a break up, or the apocalypse. When she pens the words “The End”, It’s like saying goodbye to an old friend. One that’s lived with her in her head, Taken space in her home and bed. When she writes the words “The End”, It’s…
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Who am I to disturb the universe? With words of affirmation, words that hurt, words formed in pretty little sentences to make people feel. Feel something. Anything for just a brief moment. As long as it isn’t apathy. Who am I to dare to change the unchangeable. To try over and over and over again…
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The morning after she wakes up with a headache. Throbbing in the center of her forehead making the lights too bright, sounds too harsh, everything too painful. The night before was a dream, but the morning after is a nightmare of blurs and raucous noises that burn her brain from the inside out. The night…
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August is now behind us and September has only just begun. I’m very pleased to say August was a very productive month for me and I can only hope the productivity continues well into September and the rest of the year. August Results Finish edits on book one. I’m very pleased to say I finished…