I have a wife and child. They have a lot of patience.
I’m 30, but I’m still finding my voice. Have patience. There’s something here, bubbling under. It just needs time and effort to pull together. To make it happen.
I have three grades of writing:
- Private literature (that unfortunately is unpublishable, and only goes about 100 mph), I keep to myself, and nurture in the hope of big publishing one day.
- Bren’s Shorts, which I write whenever I take a fagarie to do so. Red Bubble would also come under this banner
- Writing, which I work on haphazardly in the hope of getting published (no luck so far!)
Favourite quote:
”...you must go on. I can’t go on. I’ll go on.”
bren is a member of Flash Fiction.
Before there was everything, there was nothing. No matter who you listen to, someone will tell you this. / Nothing. / God. / Everything. / Or – / Nothing. / Gasses. / Everything. Whatever h…
Because there was little, the smallest amount went to the one with the most generosity. And they were repaid with the gratitude of the others, some who meant it and some who didn’t. But that was…
_This seems to have caused some concern/issues, so I’ve decided to take it down. Thanks for your interest, and I hope you’ll read some of my other work! Rgds / Bren
“You can pull that hood over as much as you like. I still want to see some ID.” / “Wha’?” / “ID” / “Here” / “Hmm. It’s fake” / &…
The old man lifted his foot – dirty, blackened – from the bucket. / “That’s what happens.” The younger man just nodded, scratched his beanie-hatted head, his matting bear…
He walked the way / From his childhood / Home / His face carved out by / The wind and the waves Reaching the cliff / Stared into the sea / That looked like his face because of / The wind and the wa…