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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Ten years of friendship, Three years of dating, One year engaged, It’s all lead to this: My wedding day. I should be ecstatic. I’ve thought of this day since I was a child. Six years old, playing with Barbie and her perfect specimen Ken. Her dress was always perfect, So is mine. It’s…
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Dear Mom, I know you’re upset I’m here and not out in the world making something of myself. I know I made mistakes and you might not even open this letter once you see it’s from me, but I’m writing you anyway. I’m not writing you asking you for money or sympathy or anything like…
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When they were younger and the relationship was new, fun and exciting, they had started making origami stars, writing dreams of the future inside them. “When we’re married, we’ll open one a month and do whatever’s on it.” It had seemed like a great idea at the time. A way to keep the magic of…
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For the first time, I competed in a Flash Fiction writing contest. Flash Fiction is not really my style, since I enjoy writing long novels of over 100K and working on long short stories of upwards of 5K or more. Still, I decided to challenge myself and see what happened. A little background on the…
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Write from a stream of consciousness POV. Someone’s life is about to change in three minutes After an hour and a half in handcuffs, and not the fun kind, I’m finally released from them and poked and prodded and searched by a tiny little thing in a uniform that’s too big, doing a job she’s…
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July has been one hectic month, but thankfully it is finally over. Here are the results: •Camp NaNoWriMo I managed to get a total of 35,140 for the month of July and hit my goal of 35K, but just barely. •Flash Fiction Contest The first round is complete and submitted, even though it was terrifying…
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The church bells all were broken. No sound traveled through the air as the earth rocked, the foundations cracked, the people trembled. Where the people had silently prayed to hear sounds of hope, only silence remained. They had hoped it a simple earthquake, but as the tremors continued with increased frequency, they realized their mistake.…
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Another month here and gone! Results for June: FInish Edits on Book One of the Series Unfortunately, I did not finish edits this month. There was too much to do, and simply not enough time. I have extended this goal into July. Write one short story I did not write a short story this month,…
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Beeps. Ringing. Underwater. Pain. Pressure. Ringing. Can. You. Hear. Me. Now? …No.
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Pink slip. I told them to fire me rather than my buddy who can’t speak his mind. They were gunning for him, but I couldn’t let them. He’s got a wife and a kid and another one on the way. I got nothing, but me myself and I. I had to do it. Now, I…
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This past month, I began editing the first novel in my series. I’ve edited this piece before, but with kid gloves. The first time, I wasn’t ready to cut and maim and kill my darlings. This time, I’m back with a vengeance and murdering sections left and right to make it a cohesive narrative. Here’s…
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This is a poem I posted on twitter in response to a podcast back in August of 2019 I want you to be proud of me, See the change I’ve made. I hope your heart melts When you see me riding in, On those white horses. But instead, The drifts get deeper as I drown,…
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To you, The man I’ve known since we were children, The one who has grown up into such a wonderful man: With you, the days fly by in laughter and sweet kisses. The nights glide by with sweet nothings and delicious delights, With you, the companion of my dreams. When we’re apart, I crave you.…
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Here we are as one month wraps up and another begins. May was a productive month (for the most part). Here’s how I did: Results from May: Continue Ghost House Heart 443 words added Start editing previous books in the series. I started with book one and got a total of 19,911 words (more about…
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When he opened his eyes and found himself still alive, it was astonishing. His brothers had dared him to jump, told him he would see all the wonders of the world in the three seconds it took for him to hit the water. He had foolishly believed them. He held his breath and expected to…
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She held a different kind of energy like he had never seen or felt before. When the oracles had told him he would know the woman as soon as he saw her, he hadn’t believed them. But the woman was so magnetic, he knew he would have to go back to the oracles and fully…
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Graduating is a big deal. We are in the season now where high school seniors are graduating, College seniors graduating from all kinds of majors. Those are huge accomplishments. Let’s take the time to look at the smaller of graduations. Pre-K graduating to kindergarten. Hospital inpatients graduating to rehab and beyond. Most of these are…
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The nickname was unfortunate, but only for reasons she knew. To everyone else, it was tough, butch, manly, inspired fear into the hearts of any man that crossed her in the bars and clubs. Chop. Like Chop Shop, or so everyone assumed. She didn’t have the heart to tell them it was because her brother…
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A spur of the moment, once in a lifetime chance where he had asked her out to a rock concert. There was no way she would show up. She was head ballerina. He had tried to woo her after her performance, and there was no way she was going to show up to a dirty…
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He sits on the sidewalk of the busiest streets, full of life and busy people. He holds a cardboard sign, weathered by the elements and age. His cardboard sign has a simple message: Free Your Mind Most people look at him with disgust, think he’s a poor man who’s lost everything as they pass him,…