Euan Brennan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Memory Transfer Protocol” by Euan Brennan

Submitted to Contest #290

I have them: the perfect memories to formulate everything you were. I promise.In the quiet, dark room, cluttered with apparatus and with the machine beeping periodically, only the moonlight acted as a guide to my hands and work. Everything needed careful consideration, it needed to be perfect, it needed… love behind every action.Years had passed. Decades could have gone by and I would have been nothing but a lone passenger in the passing of time. That's how it's always been. Well, until I met you that is. You slowed down the days by making m...

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“Time Travelers Photography - open from 11am to 4pm” by Euan Brennan

Submitted to Contest #287

Trigger warning: historical accuracy may not be the best, and certain historical figures are not treated with proper care. Everything is used in a non-serious manner. Arthur placed the cup of tea on the table. It was the porcelain cup with the floral pattern which we usually stored in the glass cabinet to spruce up the place for whenever unbearable guests visited. Now it was here filled with hot water, milk, one sugar, and ground tea leaves.“This isn’t happening,” I groaned.“Do you not love my tea?” Arthur displayed theatrics equivalent to a...

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“Enemies at First Sight” by Euan Brennan

Submitted to Contest #283

It was a moment in which David’s heart stopped. Not in a “Wow, this person is so pretty and perfect, my organ decided to nearly kill me.” It was closer to a “This person is the absolute worst and how the hell do I get rid of her before I throw up my heart.” Claire Wilson. Middle name: Annoying. Her hair always had volume to it. Any more and the people around her wouldn’t be able to hear. The brown also had blonde streaks, as though her goal was to look like a racing car. Funny, because she was never the fastest at running, jogging, walking, ...

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“Jingle Brains” by Euan Brennan

Submitted to Contest #281

Trigger warning: gore and physical violence are used in a humorous way. Another warning: there are vampires vaping.I was a young boy... Once. Now I’m a young zombie. Proud, intelligent, and dead. Very dead. So dead I have managed to hit the reciprocal part of the universe and start life anew by being undead.So it goes.The Macabre Plant spewed its toxic fog into the clouds creating a mist of green and black vomit for a sky. It was a permanent state for Dead City. At least the birds loved it. Well, they didn't complain (and they always complai...

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“The Lost Little Lad” by Euan Brennan

Submitted to Contest #279

Trigger warning: contains themes of abuse, bullying, suicide, and emotional distress.The boy slept under the snow-covered trees. Two of the oaks stretched, curving their roots and branches, creating a home for the young lad - a resting place. Dreamless was his sleep; peaceful was his slumber.His breath puffed in silent, intermittent beats. No wind blew, no whistle in the leaves. A rich scent of pine and oak broke through the blanket of white. Sunlight cascaded over all without a source.The branch hanging over the boy's head, burdened with th...

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“Have a glass of water, Peter.” by Euan Brennan

Submitted to Contest #278

All his memories smeared in the malaise as he opened his eyes. Peter blinked away the sudden fatigue drowning his mind. The migraine had plundered and won.“Mr Davison?” a voice of authority seeped into his ears and took control. “Are you with us?”Peter wiped his brow. "I-I’m here. Where am I?" The perspiration didn’t end. The court room had silenced. Or had it always been this quiet? Tangible disgust stuck to the judge, the jury, the public on the pews and all else present and standing. They watched him, painting red and white circles over h...

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Author bio

Based in the UK. I love creating stories. The process has a magic to it unlike anything I've done before. I predominantly write humour, but often drift into the DRAMATIC! One day, I wish to publish a book. But a greater wish would be for all aspiring authors to reach their dream. That would be incredible.