CD Breadner

Joined July 2021

4 stories

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Self-published author, theatre enthusiast, Canadian.

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The Omen
The fireplace cast an amber glow to the living space. On the bed I’d pulled closer to the fire that morning, my daughter-in-law slumbered, cheeks rosy. Next to her, the newborn also slept, round cheeks as full of colour as her mother’s.
By CD Breadner4 years ago in Fiction
Fading
The window sat high in the wall. The odd gust of wind would press the plants outside to the glass. The yellow flowers would be clearer when it happened; marigolds.
By CD Breadner4 years ago in Fiction
Megan
It took four floors of staff for Bettie to be thee Bettie. Megan worked in Bettie's mail room. Daily, she created three large piles: Dangerous, Bettie Bombs, and Good News. Dangerous got destroyed immediately. Bettie Bombs were read on Bettie's social media platforms for everyone to laugh at. They fell into the category of Hate Mail but if the messages were too convoluted or random, or if the sender ironically insulted Bettie, she could mock them without naming names. She got the idea from the last era of television: something to do with Mean Tweets.
By CD Breadner4 years ago in Fiction
Blue Bird
I’m not ashamed. She buckled her trousers, heart still pounding, breath rushing from chest to throat. Behind her, back turned, Michel was doing the same. She could hear the rustle of clothing, the metal of his belt.
By CD Breadner5 years ago in Fiction