Euan Brennan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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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

I love creating stories: the characters, the maps, the history, the backstories - everything. It's wonderful to dive into your own imagination and create an entire world. 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.