Euan Brennan
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UK-based. Reader, writer, gamer, idiot. I love creating stories. Working on some long fiction.
Taking a little break from Vocal~
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Permanent Life Program. Content Warning.
Humanity was a tool. Ever since Edmund had used the gun to take a life as the age of ten, the weapon in his hand had felt no different to himself. Metal to skin, hand on trigger, the bang and flash. Who was the real weapon?
By Euan Brennan9 months ago in Longevity
Not The Editor I Wish To Be . Runner-Up in Self-Editing Epiphany Challenge. Top Story - April 2025. Content Warning.
I am by no means a professional editor. All I can do is alter what I’ve written until my eyes see it has something which isn’t a disaster. So, what I do now, don’t just take it with a grain of salt – take it with the whole damn salt farm!
By Euan Brennan10 months ago in Critique
Unmatched In Love. Content Warning.
The flash of the camera captured the happy pair. Together, they blended in a romantic mix of hugs, laughs, and kisses. "Alright, let's take another." The photographer adjusted his lens and lined up the perfect shot. "Big smiles." Though he didn’t need to tell them that.
By Euan Brennan10 months ago in Fiction
Just Walking My Dog
Bob yanked the dog leash from the tabletop. It slipped from his butter-covered fingers, but he managed to catch it in a heartbeat while also smacking his knuckle on the underside of the wood. Sucking in the pain (and his pride) he gestured to the door. “Come on, Muggles,” he said. “Time for walkies.”
By Euan Brennan10 months ago in Humor
Sacrificial Pawn. Top Story - March 2025.
Fred laid out the chess pieces as he and his best friend Jimmy geared up to play. He dusted off the board with his wrinkled hand, and gestured for his friend to sit after lining up the last of the pawns. Jimmy moved his white pawn first and they played.
By Euan Brennan10 months ago in Humor
I Will See You Again
Dearest Esther, I am writing to I hope this letter finds you You mean everything to me. You're my world. And I never told you when I had the chance. I'm so so sorry. I know I'm a craven. I never had the courage everyone else has. My father always used to tell me to see and know what I have, because when you lose it, it's gone. He kept telling me to toughen up before I lost what mattered. But I haven't lost you. You're still there and I hope you always will be. And I know I don't deserve you.
By Euan Brennan11 months ago in History
The Merchant, the Magic Beans, and the Giant
The Merchant Once upon a recent time (about two days ago), there were five magic beans. These weren't any old beans. They were–... Well, they were magic, like I said. But could they cast spells? Could they fly on a special beany broom?
By Euan Brennan11 months ago in Fiction
