Rosemary Brown
Bio
Geek. Gamer. Lifelong reader and storyteller. Dyslexic. LQBTQIA+ member. And disabled. But I'm so much more than a label. If you want to know me, ask a question. I won't bite - much. ;)
Stories (4)
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One Single Candle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. No one knew where it had come from as the door was completely blocked by the oak tree that had grown up through the front porch and gently lifted the small roof off the area. The cabin still stood, sturdy as ever, the tree now a permanent part of it, blocking the only real entrance or exit. The candle was visible, despite the surrounding forest, because whoever or whatever had placed it in the window had put it in the upstairs one, overlooking the clearing and the lake, almost like a lighthouse beacon, the small, flickering light shining oddly bright out over the water.
By Rosemary Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Why blackberries will always mean summer, peace, and lots and lots of hard work to me.
So few of us ever really think about where the food we eat comes from. We just hop in our shiny cars, run down to the grocery store, load up our carts, and pay with our credit cards, or an ever more common trend, pay someone else to shop for us and either pickup or have the shopping delivered right to our doors. We are living in a a modern era of extreme convenience. But everyone should, every once in a while, stop and really think about where that food came from, whether it's the organic, whole grain bread you buy from Whole Foods, or the hyper processed cheap burger from the unnamed big McChain restaurant. Food is important and many people are living on a knife's edge, going without, when they shouldn't be. So much food goes to waste every day that could be used to feed those people. But that's not what I really want to talk about.
By Rosemary Brown4 years ago in Families
The things I learned from my father
It's a bit hard to remember my father at times. He had a lot of health issues towards the end of his life and became a person who was, shall we say, not nice to be around. He also had bipolar disorder, which was untreated, and he refused to take his medicine the way he should, adding to the problems, as well as the fact that a few of his medicines made him downright mean. My mother, two brothers and I basically took it as long as we could, then moved away, unable to take it anymore, but my brothers and I still stayed in touch on occasion until his death several years ago.
By Rosemary Brown4 years ago in Confessions
Dancing Among The Stars
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Many years ago, the entire land was a wasteland, devoid of life of any type. Then came the Great One, the magic user who reshaped the lands, who rebuilt a magical kingdom for those who had lived in fear to come and be free. The dragons soon followed, sworn protectors of the realm, aiding the magical rulers, tying themselves tightly to the throne of the small valley kingdom, making it a true power. Then things in the world started to change, and the Great One, in all his wisdom, cast one final spell. The spell that separated the valley realm from the rest of the world, making people forget about them, as magic faded away from everywhere else, growing stronger and more concentrated over time in the small valley.
By Rosemary Brown4 years ago in Fiction
