B.R Wilson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2022

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3 Stories

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“Eternal Exchange” by B.R Wilson

Submitted to Contest #274

The man with many faces stood before the decrepit shrine holding a bag of human bones, a rotting corpse of a fawn, and a branch from the oldest tree.He had come to summon a demon that had been told of in legend. A child's tale to most, but to the scribes of Lytharius, they were all but fact. He had walked the 1,000 steps and through the harsh tundra only to see a grey stone door crumbling beneath the Imber Mountain. The lanterns that pushed up from the dead ground still burned and danced on the frozen soil. The man knew a demon was here...

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“The Shadow Man” by B.R Wilson

Submitted to Contest #273

The mind can be a dark and twisted place where shadows can take on a life of their own. I was being followed by death, and death showed itself as shadows. On this particular night, those shadows stretched longer, slipping into cracks and crevices of bark and earth like a cockroach scuttling for refuge.  Among the encroaching gloom and obscure shapes was a man waiting and watching, and though I couldn’t see him from the heavy dusk, I knew his eyes were glued to me, glued to my house. He had been following me for some time, and I knew he...

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“A Growing Hunger” by B.R Wilson

Submitted to Contest #272

I don't remember how I died, but I remember the gnawing cold. A cold deeper than my bones that cut right into my soul. I was no longer myself when I awoke. I was only a husk of a man, something else entirely. The fire roared in the hearth. It was casting shadows on the wall that danced with a chaotic rhythm. No matter how intense the flame grew, I couldn’t shake off the intensity that took over my body. My blood turned to ice, but my hunger grew like that flame, and just like the fire, it was all-consuming. I had tried to hunt, but that was ...

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Author bio

Brittany is a fantasy writer by day, an enthusiastic wilderness explorer by weekend, and a fearless wrangler of young minds during the week. When not crafting tales of magic, time travel, and heroic quests, She can be found getting lost in the woods (on purpose) or teaching the next generation how to wield their imaginations like swords. Fueled by coffee, curiosity, and an unreasonable number of notebooks, Brittany believes that dragons exist—if you just squint hard enough at the clouds.