Breanne Randall

Joined May 2022

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I'm an agented author with IGLA, writing short stories and sharing traditional publishing/querying how to's while my book is on submission. Thanks for stopping by!

Find me on Instagram @houseofrandall

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What feels like comfort, you say? What embrace soothes the soul? It’s a well written line from a most loved book “Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it.”
By Breanne Randall3 years ago in Poets
Hope: A Poem
Hope is satin Softest cotton The thing you slip into When the silver lining is caught Between darkest night and pure bravado
By Breanne Randall3 years ago in Poets
If You Go to Paris
Cobblestone streets and fresh baked bread. Paris comes to mind. Fresh squeezed orange juice at the Bastille market. Don’t touch the vegetables. They’ll know you’re a tourist.
By Breanne Randall3 years ago in Wander
The Hall of Mothers
Hell is not a place, but a series of missed chances. Paths not taken. Mistakes that cut too deep. Hell is regret so sharp it burrows into your marrow until your bones are hollow and aching.
By Breanne Randall3 years ago in Fiction
I Think Writing Is Done With Me
I think writing is done with me In college, someone once asked me how I felt about wasting my parent’s money on an English degree. When I responded that I was on a full ride academic scholarship he said, “Well, wasting your own time then since you’re not going to be able to use it in the real world.”
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Journal
In Between
“After” balloons me with hope That crashes in the silence Of injustice and hate But most of all, it prepares me For the next Before
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Poets
I Was Honey
I was honey in my youth Brazen as the ripest plum in summer With no consequence for your sharp beak Looming on the nearest branch
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Poets
The Woman In The Bathtub. Top Story - June 2022.
*A creepy story trailer is awaiting you at the end! “The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.”
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Horror
Growing up Y2K
Y2K Kids Friday was Walkman day at school. My friend Matt had a Spice Girls tape. I asked to borrow it for the weekend, and he very reluctantly agreed.
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Poets
Citrus Bliss Cake Recipe
Summer was the satisfying crunch of a sharp knife cutting through ripe watermelon. It was green citronella spirals burning down and sunscreen squirting hot out of the tube. It was banana pancakes on repeat and the tang of river silt clinging to tanned skin. It was freedom. And youth. And always, lemon.
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Feast
Nostalgia is the Food of Summer. Top Story - June 2022.
I hate watermelon. Lemonade is too tangy. When I was twelve we visited a museum and I saw how hot dogs were made. I haven’t eaten one since.
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Poets
It Took This Award-Winning Author 15 Years to Get Published
Do you ever read a story of success that gives you goosebumps? This is going to be one of those stories. Prepare to get teary eyed and renew your hope in the dreams you've been chasing!
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Interview

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Hope: A Poem

If You Go to Paris

The Hall of Mothers

I Think Writing Is Done With Me

In Between

I Was Honey

The Woman In The Bathtub. Top Story - June 2022.

Growing up Y2K

Citrus Bliss Cake Recipe

Nostalgia is the Food of Summer. Top Story - June 2022.

It Took This Award-Winning Author 15 Years to Get Published

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