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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Rekindling My Dream. Runner-Up in New Year, New Projects Challenge.
This year, I think for possibly the first time, I created some resolutions. And hopefully I'll remember to write “2025” when putting the date on things – it’s no longer 2024! But that’s a different issue born from mindless habit.
By Euan Brennanabout a year ago in Motivation
My Golden Light Eliza. Runner-Up in Tales of Hearth Challenge.
She left us. The fire in her eyes burned no more. I knew it was coming – we all did. The warmth she had given our family faded; the crisp crackling of her final voice was now a distant echo in the raging blizzard outside.
By Euan Brennanabout a year ago in Families
Graves of swords and roses. Content Warning.
Swords. Swords, swords and more swords. It was all the eye could see. Stretching for miles, they had been planted in the ground by their tip and each blade of steel had a ring of roses placed over the handle. They were like monuments and the roses were the epitaphs.
By Euan Brennan4 years ago in Fiction
Gifts, abilities, powers - whatever you want to call them.. Top Story - July 2021.
The zoo was what a zoo always was in the daytime – alive. Most of the noise didn't come from the animals, but the visitors. Kids screamed, adults yelled to quieten them, and the animals watched.
By Euan Brennan5 years ago in Fiction
Family emergency! Who stole my slice of cake?
Darryl had prepared himself for a well-earned rest. Watching TV with the legs up was stage one. Stage two consisted of a beverage and food. He wasn't keen on being inebriated so early on a Saturday, so he helped himself to a flavoured drink from the fridge. He had also picked up a chocolate cake from the shops on his commute from work and intended to have a slice whilst relaxing . . . but that's when things went wrong.
By Euan Brennan5 years ago in Fiction
The broken and the unbreakable
Anna looked down the crumbling cliff of debris as her outstretched arm dangled the heart-shaped locket over the edge by the attached chain. She couldn’t see the bottom. There was a grey fog that concealed the depths like a storm cloud over an island. That was where she once roamed just one year ago. And now she’s moved up a level and there was no difference. The struggle was not worth it. She had found no one.
By Euan Brennan5 years ago in Fiction
