Bree Beadman
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Let Me Shop!
It would be nice to live in fashion for once. I see those around me dominating the most recent fashion fad and wonder what it must be like to exist in their world. When you’re driven by an internal compass of aesthetic preference, finding yourself on the outside becomes commonplace. Once in a while though, just once in a while, the universe conspires to highlight your style as the new norm and suddenly you fit. The crowd joins you in your plaid jacket revelry or plain print tees, rarely at the same time but still, it’s a welcome change.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Styled
Where's the Fun?
What a nightmare. There is such a heavy focus in the world of fashion on wearing clothes that mask your size or highlight certain features. Does it cling to the body showing off that widely desired hourglass figure? Do the lines run the right way to give a slimming effect? Do the colours suit your skin tone? It’s all about aesthetic appeal - how you look to and for others. Need to match trends marketed by the top fashion designers. Can’t miss out on those celebrity styles of the season.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Styled
Maiden Voyage
A smatter of strange curved patterns colour the pearly white sky with orange and purple hues to form a surreal sunset. Cornflower blue and canary yellow join the mix displayed the unique aesthetic of a long forgotten, undying art. The smooth porcelain landscape curves down into a deep dry wasteland of doom and drought, awaiting the return of the floods to restore it to its once famed glory. Time moves slowly, soundless here as the society at large lies lifeless and depressed, their purpose lost in this now waterless world.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Humans
Accident Free Zone
When your favourite foods turn toxic overnight, it takes a special group of people to help you trust again. A once great lover of crustaceans, seafood and sushi were my comforts when the world grew dark, but now even the lightest touch could be my downfall. Everywhere where I turned, corruptions in the form of cross-contamination spewed forth and even seemingly unrelated substances became off limits. Who would have thought pizza or Caesar salads would harbour traces of shellfish in their ingredients?
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Feast
Live, Laugh, Let It Go
We all know that person. The one whose face is creased with laughter lines, whose hair bleached white and grey with the passing years. The one who cracks awkward jokes to strangers that make all those nearby groan. The one who is unphased by the wave after wave of cringeworthy moments that seem to make up the bulk of their twilight years. Perhaps you think it’s just that age.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Confessions
4 for you, 16 for me
‘It’s so dark here…’ A painful ache filled the small child’s chest, a feeling her youthful innocence had hidden from her heart until now. As she stared out across the barred and broken wasteland, a junkyard for abandoned and repossessed pets, she feared for her safety and theirs. Countless cramped cages formed the dystopian landscape before her and she knew with a newborn weight to her soul that she could not save them all.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Petlife
Dearest Dotti
Dear Dotti, 14 years have passed now since we saw your face. 14 years since we held you close in a warm embrace. 14 years since you laughed and smiled but your legacy goes on. We will continue to tell your story, now and forever. After all, there are so many of us.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Humans
Lights
“Wait, this is our first date? You could have told me. I would have shaved off this ridiculous moustache.” The coloured display patterned the night’s sky, the lights of red and blue and green dancing to the beat of life beneath the stars. Curving threads of smoke stretched out, sheer curls of delicious aroma adding to the atmosphere, a mix of comfortable memories and promises of excitement carried with them.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Humans
AOSD: The Dragon
1.5 in a million they said. You’re 1.5 in a million if the dragon finds you. 1.5 in a million if they’re smart enough to see. When the illness is so rare most doctors have never heard of it, the path to recovery is ice beneath the dragon’s claws. I was one of the lucky ones.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in FYI
Be Your Own Champion
There’s a reason ‘so much to do, so little time’ has become a staple in society. We’re all overwhelmed by the quiet chaos of adulthood, but imagine, if you will, attempting to navigate this with a case of ADHD so textbook you lost interest halfway through the formal diagnosis process. I was the kid who could never sit still, the teenager who tore sheets into tiny squares in an attempt to stay seated, and the university student who recorded every lecture and wrote out each one word for word over the course of two hours a pop just so I could find the handful of notes that mattered. I was the new mother who planned every half hour of every day on a weekly schedule simply to function: when to eat, when to clean, when to sleep. I planned it all.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Motivation
Out of Time
Fingertips tracing along the well-known halls of her family home, Arytiss struggles once again with the ever-present temptation that is the locked cellar door. The cedar rails wane ever so slightly at her touch, beckoning her closer. Every room in the house is hers to explore. Every room except this one. Why?
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Futurism
