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Post by Brindlebriar on Jan 22, 2023 15:08:34 GMT -5
Welcome to the Writing Nook  Come on it, take a seat and snag a story! 
Hello there Fellow writer, or dear reader! This is just a place for me to post some of my short stories I write every once in a while, and for you, who could be craving something to read, to indulge in.
Come on, enjoy your stay, take peek at what to read, leave me you opinions, and give me writing prompts!
 Welcome ~ My name is Brindlebriar, but you may call me Brindle ♡
I have been around these forums for quite some time now, I used to be on the old forums, though I do not remember my old username, for some reason I thought I had to make a new account for each cat I wanted to Role Play with, So I had many names back then. I was also younger, now I am older, I live on my own with two dogs and two precious kitties. My favorite thing to do is read, I find peace in the quiet you get in Libraries, and I spend a lot of my free time there, soaking in the many world that ink and paper are able to provide. I also enjoy painting and drawing, though I hardly think I'm any good at it, it can be fun to expand in areas where we didn't think growth was possible ♡
I work from home, so I am around the forums all day, most in the afternoon seeing I love to sleep and will get as much as I can scrap up! I am not a morning person, and much fun as it would be to be able to wake up, sit and read with a cup of coffee, I cannot LOL. ♡
 Directory :❀ Oceans of Flowers ❀ A deadly secret ❀ Wicked Deja Vu
❀ Desert or Desserts? ❀ Fleeting Hours ❀ Sirens Song |
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Post by Brindlebriar on Jan 22, 2023 15:11:58 GMT -5
Flowers. Roses. Tulips. Daisies. All of my favorite things, and especially during this time of year. I enjoy spending my time laying in the field, allowing the warmth of the sun to warm me. I don’t get to come out here often, my family thinks if I am here I will run through the flowers and trample them, leaving no beauty behind for the others who travel here to enjoy. In my defense, I’ve only done that once, and it was when I was younger. I enjoy it here now. The bees, the birds, the hummingbirds are my favorite, but nothing beats the ocean of beauty that the flowers provide for your eyes. There are lots of trees, enough to make the fields next to the flowers to look like oceans of green. Pine trees are scattered throughout, enough to make it smell like heaven. Nothing matches the flowers, the reds, oranges, blues, purples, yellows, I wish everyone could see them.
All too soon it’s time for me to go back to my home where I am so loved and cared for. My people are there, they make me happy, but when they cry, it breaks my heart, and lately, that’s been the norm. They take me out to do things more often now that I am older than they have ever done in my whole life. I wish this could have been what my life was always like, but they were always busy, and since I have a younger sibling now, they are so engulfed with him that I am usually just forgotten. I guess I should be careful with my choice of words here. I am not forgotten. I am loved. I am taken care of, but with old age comes pain and most days, it’s hard for me to do things younger me could do in a breeze; like walking up the stairs for example. My family helps me though, they make sure I'm not in pain or uncomfortable. I’ve actually never been more comfortable before.
That’s okay, my humans make me happy. I am just a dog after all. I am an old dog, and even though I know my time on earth is coming to an end, I still enjoy going to the flowers. So will you hold my paw and let me tell you about them one more time before I go away? This room is cold and it doesn't smell like home, and you’re crying again, so here, let me comfort you in this moment.
The field. Large, rolling like an ocean of colors. The smell of flowers is so potent, it will make anyone sneeze, or just make your nose all kinds of itchy. You can focus on the roses, the large ones, the small ones, but for now, let's avoid the ones looking all wilted and dry. If you are paying close attention, you will notice little bundles of baby’s breath, large patches of lilies, bright and colorful tulips.
All is quiet now, I can’t see you, but I feel no pain. I can hear you weeping, but please know that all I've known in this life was love, and flowers. I love you.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Jan 22, 2023 15:15:22 GMT -5
 The bar was reaching closing time. Tony wiped down the counter again without noticing he was doing it, as he always did. He knew all the faces in the room and knew things about them that he didn't know about his own family. But what they didn't know was what he liked to do in his spare time. Everyone knew him as the guy behind the counter, the man covered in tattoos. No one really knew what he did in his free time, and maybe that was a good thing. He quickly took off his apron, handed the cash drawer key to his coworker and clocked out. The thing he did in his free time was not for the faint of heart. It wasn't something you could just do whenever you felt like it, you had to prepare. It required proper tools, the right mindset. It could potentially get messy, so having a proper room to do it in was necessary. As soon as Tony got home, he grabbed his old blue T-shirt and old stained jeans. Grabbing his supplies, he hurried to the basement and turned off the lights. It was now or never. The sun was beginning to set, bathing the world in a mellow pink, blue and orange glow. Tonight was going to be perfect. He grabbed his tools and began.
See, Tony was a painter, what else we're you thinking? Every night after work he'd come home, set up shop, and begin to paint the beautiful world he saw in front of him. The 46 year old man had been diagnosed with stage four cancer a few weeks prior, and only given a few short months to live. Since the day he found out, he was determined to find pockets of peace in every evening, and give them out to his family members before he passed. Little did he know, this would be his last masterpiece.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Jan 22, 2023 15:18:19 GMT -5
Her heart broke when they closed the casket. It was so surreal, she felt as though she wasn't even in her own body anymore. Everything was moving so fast, so fast that it felt like she couldn't breathe, someone was suffocating her. What was she supposed to do now? Walk away? Go home and continue on with life like nothing happened? That was her father in there, her best friend, her rock. She felt a warm hand resting on her shoulder, bringing her back to the present. "Honey. Everything will be alright." Her mothers voice broke, a feeble attempt at comfort. "Come on. Lets go home." She remained silent, no words could ever make any of this better.
"Its been three months. I don't even know where my mother is. Apparently the grief of losing her husband and the responsibility of taking care of four kids was too much for her." Delainie crossed her arms and stared angerly out the window. She had been told by her teachers that she needed therapy, and that it was supposed to help, but the only thing it did was make her more upset. What good is rehashing all these terrible memories with a complete stranger who knows nothing about her, and gets paid to listen.
When her session was over, she headed home and started a bath. The water was steaming, and so was the cup of mint tea she had made a few minutes before. She laid down, covering her body with the waters stinging warmth. Pain felt good. Her phone was resting on the toilet, silent. She lost all of her friends, her silence and distance slowing drawing them away. Suddenly her phone began to ding. Someone needed her and it was urgent. With a grunt she heaved herself up, unlocking the screen to see the words "Mom overdosed again. At hospital." She clicked the lock button, got dressed, and quickly drove to the hospital. It was nothing new. Her mother turned to drugs shortly after the death of her father, leaving her and her older siblings to live alone. She would be fine. A few days in the hospital, rehab, disappearing. It was their new normal. The hospital was cold and silent, apart from the beeping of the monitors. "She isn't going to make it through this one. Shes on life support, and her organs are failing one at a time." The next decision wasn't hers to make, but her older brothers. She stared at the floor. It was happening again. Her world was slipping right through her fingers. She needed to scream. Would her casket be the next one to be closed?
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Post by Brindlebriar on Jan 22, 2023 15:20:23 GMT -5
 I'm not the best at spelling, so when my girlfriend suggested a "desert spa" destination vacation, I thought I was in for a lot of cake and massages. Boy was I wrong. I never knew sand could be so hot, yet feel like it was freezing my toes at the same time. The sun here was relentless. I wore beads of sweat on my head like an African Head dress. It didn't matter what we wore, we were going to be bathed in sweat the second we walked outside. She started getting into yoga and finding her Zen a few weeks prior, so I figured I'd go and be supportive, little did I know I was going to be pretty miserable and embarrassed during my time there. When someone says spa, you think of massages, pools, aromatherapy, and yoga classes on the beach, not "finding your third eye" or "meeting your Id" or "coming to terms with your inner desires."
Let me tell you about one specific night. It was our last night there, and the most embarrassing one at that. The men and women were separated, going to two different, remote locations. We were instructed to bring our yoga mats, which I did, and to then find a partner once we got there. I decided to partner with a guy who I had gotten to know relatively fast, seeing neither of us wanted to be there, and began to follow the instructors directions. We were directed to strip down to our underwear, become one with the nature around us, and begin these outrageous stretches as our partner held our ankles down. No healthy man should ever bend, or attempt to bend the way he was showing us. It was like trying to become some sort of human origami. Regardless, being the go-getter I am, I tried my hardest... maybe a little too hard. When I had seemingly folded myself in half, a noise came out of my nether region like some sort of motorcycle engine malfunction. It sounded like my butt-cheeks were congratulating me, and the smell was that of death. Seconds later my partner had fallen into the fetal position and upchucked all over the person next to us- a complete stranger. That's when I knew our "Vacation" was over, and it was time to go home. I will never be the same.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Jan 22, 2023 15:21:56 GMT -5
 It was that fleeting hour of day when moon and sun are high and bright at the same time. Like many things in my life, these summer nights wouldn't last much longer. I sat quietly on a wooden porch swing. It has been three weeks since Ben died, or murdered I guess. No one really knows what happened the night of that stupid college party. Everyone keeps saying he killed himself, and that it was a simple suicide. I suppose that could make sense, there was a lot of alcohol in his system when he tried to leave- or maybe it was the boyfriend of the girl he tried to sleep with that night. I guess the world will never know since the court ruled it a closed case. I need to stop thinking about it so much. My parents have gotten strict since they heard, and definitely more worried; nightly check ins, alarms on doors, no one over past 8 O'clock, its annoying. Thursdays are my only days to myself since they were both lawyers. They have a "Law and Order" class with Police Officers every Thursday evening, so I get to sit by the lake at our Boat house and watch the sunset. Alone. Why alone? I don't have any friends. Everyone at school looks at me like I'm some sort of lost puppy dog who cant help itself. Ben was my boyfriend, not my reason to live. He was a great guy, but we fought a lot. Sports ran his life and everything I did seemed to get in his way. It was hard dating the Quarterback of a High end college. Between the constant parties and daily football practices, he was fighting for his career or even a scholarship, and I was fighting for his attention. I like sitting by this lake though, feeling the cool breeze on my skin, hearing the frogs croaking, watching the stars. Its my favorite place, and besides, I get to visit Ben now without any distractions. No one knows it was me, Who could? I guess that's one plus side of having parents who are lawyers. Its not like they'll come drain the lake looking for him.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Jan 22, 2023 15:25:15 GMT -5
In the swaying hours of the Ocean Waves, where peace flowed in abundance, Arcadia was able to breathe. Out here and her isolated area of sand in the water, the hum of earth was not able to vibrate her angelic soul. Being cast away from the stars was one thing, but being degraded to an earthling was a whole different level of disrespect pinned to her heart strings. Although her lips could no longer seeing the hymn of her ancestors, The Chords of Sirens welcomed her openly.
All too soon, Madame Soot Called her away from the quiet, back to the dirt to which she now called home. Although she thoroughly enjoyed leading men to their demise with her voice and beauty her escape was quite luring. Taking the hand of her next victim, a married man with children- His happiness would soon be hers. With the wicked tune, she lured him to his inevitable death. A small victory in her world of darkness.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Feb 7, 2023 13:42:05 GMT -5
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