Britt Blomster
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I'm a writer, poet, storyteller and dreamer. I'm inspired by the world around me and channel that into my writing.
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Last Christmas
Natalie opened the front door of her cabin to step into the winter night. For hours, she had been fighting tears as Christmas approached. Her parents had wanted her to spend Christmas Eve night at their house, but Natalie had left after dinner. She thought being alone would be easier, but she found herself choking on her loneliness.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Fiction
The magic of Christmas Time
Christmas felt magical when I was a child. The air charged with excitement and anticipation for the upcoming holidays. As a mother of four, I’ve tried to recapture the magic of Christmas time with my children. For its not money that creates magic but time. Gifts under the tree will be placed aside over time, but they will never forget the time spent with you. These are the traditions and tips I’ve gathered over the years to help make the magic of Christmas time come alive for your and your children.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Families
The Man in the Window
Hallie is doing dishes when a shadow passes behind the blinds. Panic creeps from her stomach as her hand freezes, scrubbing the plate. After drying her hands, she looks behind the blinds. Hallie screams, gripping her chest as she backs away from the window. It’s the neighbor.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Fiction
The Power of a Word
Labels define us; some find freedom in theirs, while others feel restricted. For me, having one opened up buried inner strength I had long forgotten I possessed. One word, six letters, revealed that I’m beautiful just the way I am. That word was: Empath.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Confessions
Death By Chocolate
Cole lurches awake in his kitchen with a skull-pounding headache. Gone was the peaceful dream of his mother pulling out a chocolate birthday cake from the oven. It feels like a thousand needles are jamming his eyes as he peels them open, still smelling chocolate cake. As his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, the outline of a petite girl standing by the oven emerged.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Horror
The Midnight Barn
The Grandfather clock was striking when Betty awoke to a scream. Nestled under the quilt, she listens to the twelve strikes, wondering if it was real or a fragment from her dream. Not a single horse neighed on Midnight farm as the widow closed her eyes, ready to drift back into the serenity of sleep. Moments later, an undeniable howl of pain and a horse’s bray has her sitting up. Heart beating fast as she swings her feet to the chilled floor and moves toward the window. Outside she sees the barn, spotting nothing out of the ordinary, including the sharp pierce to her heart.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Fiction
Invasion Day
Serena watches the customers spit land on the counter as she types on her computer. "Nadia promised it would be an hour tops for the number transfer," says the red-faced man. "I'm trying to run a business here" he points to his t-shirt advertising his plumbing company.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Fiction
