December Photo Fic

It’s time for photo flash fic – the last of 2017! Enjoy, and be sure to check out what the photo inspired everyone else to write!


I walked around the dining table, straightening the place settings, fixing the ribbons—not that they needed it. I just needed something to do. Something to keep my mind off the coming meal.

“Why did we have to invite them again?” I said, knowing Bran stood behind me, even though he hadn’t made a sound. I could feel his gaze on me.

“Because it’s Christmas, they’re your family, and that’s just what you do.”

I turned and looked at him. With a soft smile, he pushed off the doorjamb he’d been leaning against and crossed the room.

“It’s going to be all right,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.

I closed my eyes and leaned into him, feeling a bit of the tension leave my body. Not all of it—not even close, but a bit. He ran his palms up and down my back slowly.

“I don’t know that I can forgive them for everything,” I admitted quietly. “They were thoughtless and cruel and…and…”

“They were,” he agreed. “And you don’t have to forgive them. You want I should call them now and tell them to bugger off?”

I choked out a laugh and burrowed closer. “Tempting…but no. How they behave tonight—towards me, towards you—will help decide if I can let them back into my life.”

“There’s a girl,” he crooned, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It really is going to be all right.”

I pulled back and met his gaze. “Yeah, but it isn’t right now.”

“No, it isn’t,” he said solemnly, bringing his hands up to cup my face. “But we are. No matter what—we’re all right.”

Bronwyn Green | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: A Genie Grants Me 3 Wishes…

…for my writing career – What are they and why?

  1. Money – not to be super outrageously wealthy or anything, but enough to have the freedom to focus on writing (and not feel obligated to take on other jobs to help support my family.)
  2. More time to get away to write – Retreats and vacas with writing friends. To have time to write and not have to worry about the every day stuff. I don’t want the every day stuff to disappear but a break from it now and again is nice…and needed.
  3. The ability to more easily (and without guilt) eliminate obstacles to writing – mostly things that suck my time

Let’s be real – at the end of it all, all my wishes come down to time, yeah? LOL It seems as though getting pulled in a million different directions is the norm nowadays (and I know I’m not alone) and that is what I whine about on the daily.

So yeah, my wishes would all center around freeing up my time to write. Whether that was on an everyday basis or letting me get away for retreats regularly.

 Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease

November Check-in

Posting late as Thanksgiving break (kids had w, t, F off of school) has me all off…had to ask one of the kids to confirm the day for me. Lolol

anyhoo, goals for this month:

  • Keep up with self-care and taking things one day at a  time. – def doing better. 👍🏻
  • KEEP WRITING – it all adds up and it makes me happy, dammit. – while not where I want to be with this one, I have been writing more so counting this as a win.
  • Start thinking about Christmas gifts instead of leaving until the last minute…as usual. – I’ve THOUGHT about what I’m getting ppl…does that count? Haven’t done a lick of actual shopping. But hey, I said think about so going to count this one too! Lol

On to December goals. Again keeping it simple.

  • All scheduled blog posts
  • Keep up self-care
  • Write daily – even a couple sentences
  • Enjoy the holidays and time with family.

Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease


I’m Thankful For…

I feel like this gif perfectly embodies my life right now…

Despite how crazy life has been…and how out of control I’ve felt because of that…I am still very thankful for many things.

My husband – Not gonna lie; this man tops the list. Every. Single. Time. Lucky AF to have found him early in my life, and I’ve managed to keep him for the past twenty-three years.

My kids – Even when they drive me bonkers, these four people…make my life better in more ways then could actually be verbalized.

My family – parents, siblings, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins…including in-laws…all of’em. I was definitely born into the right – awesome –  family and married into a pretty nice one too.

My friends – the family I choose. And I’ll let you in a secret? I’ve made some amazing choices, absolutely freaking amazing.

And I’m going to leave it at that, this time around. If you are in the States, celebrating Thanksgiving, having a wonderful day, enjoy whatever you’re doing with whoever you’re with.

And everyone…

I’m thankful for you. HUGS

Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease


Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #23

Okay, this is probably the shortest damned flash I have ever written. But here it is… Set in the same world as my (poor, neglected) serial, Your LIes. The prompt is in bold within the text. 🙂

They’d found me.

I struggled to draw in steady breaths, vision dimming with my fear and panic. I couldn’t go back. Wouldn’t. I’d rather die fighting than be back in that cold white room…

I shook my head and tried to focus. I didn’t even know if it was me they were after. It could beany of us. The small shack was full of magic users and Sympathizers – all painted as terrorists and targeted.

I looked to the older man standing near the window, taking comfort in the power radiating from him. He was helping me with my magic, teaching me. He’d gotten us out of the city, to this safe house. And it had seemed safe during the the two days we’d hunkered down. Until tonight, when sirens and flashing lights and threats had erased that illusion.

“Those of you with magic, get ready to use it,” he said quietly. “We’re going to have to work together to get the fuck out of this.”

“You said we’d be safe here!” my friend, Peyton, cried, cringing as more shouting sounded outside – demands that we give ourselves up or they’d come in, armed, to take us.

“No, I said we were safer, not safe,” he snapped. “I don’t know what you thought you were in the middle of, boys and girls, but this is a rebellion. Plain and simple.”

His bright blue gaze met mine, and I nodded. I hadn’t been prepared for this – not even a little, as much as I’d tried to – but it wasn’t a surprise. I’d known I would be hunted. From my parents’ warnings, to my father’s disappearance, to being taken…and escaping – the fear I felt now, no matter how overwhelming, was familiar. I’d lived with it my whole life.

“And if there is one truth you need to accept, sooner rather than later,” he said, his power building with each word, “nowhere is safe. Not for us.”

Bronwyn Green

Wednesday Randomness: Top 10 Things I Believe to be True

Happy Novemember!

We have a top ten today. Top 10 Things I Believe to be True.

10 – It’s never too late to change.

9 – And change is necessary. (Even though it will be hated and resisted)

8 – You have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others.

7 – Miracles happen.

6 – You are drawn to the people meant to be in your life.

5 – It’s okay to ask for help.

4 – The relationships I have – with my husband, my children, my other family, my friends – are worth putting the time and effort into. They are worth fighting for…every single day.

3 – There is more good than not in the world – even if the good is more quiet/hidden than it should be.

2 – In the face of questionable or horrific action, being silent is as bad as or sometimes worse than making excuses for that behavior.

1 – Love is love is love is love is love.

Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris

October Check-in

How is it the end of October already?? Time is flying by, that’s for sure.

Okay, so October… It was better than September. I’m making sure to keep up with self-care – reminding myself that it is not selfish, it’s necessary. Can’t take care of anything else, if I’m fallng apart. So, I’ve been doing well with that, and feel so much better than I was. Like I have a better handle on things now.

Still a bit crazy – that hasn’t changed. Still running around and have a lot on my plate, but am handling that better. I even managed to sit down and write a few times. And omg, did that feel amazing. It truly is my happy place and is what I want and need to be doing. Need to remember that too. 🙂

So, here’s to continuing the trend and making November better than October!

My goals for November, which are very simple, again:

  • Keep up with self-care and taking things one day at a time.
  • KEEP WRITING – it all adds up and it makes me happy, dammit.
  • Start thinking about Christmas gifts instead of leaving until the last minute…as usual.

Bronwyn Green


October Song Fic – “Call Me Crazy” by Travis Collins

Time for a flash fic. We’re writing flash fic inspired by Travis Collin’s “Call Me Crazy”

I had a hard time with this one – don’t know why. Finally went with pulling some lines and coming up with something from those… The lines I went with are:

To the life we had
To the rules we broke
To the plans we made together that you left to me alone
To every dream, every good night kiss
And so you had to leave
Did you have to leave, like this

I stared at the number on the screen, chest aching. I shouldn’t call him. I knew that. Really I did. But… It felt like I needed to. Until now, I’d had no way of getting ahold of him. I’d had nothing but memories of the life we’d built together. And the unbelievable pain his leaving had caused.

Then, I’d heard Ryan talking to him on the phone—fuck, just hearing his name had jumpstarted something in me, made me feel alive when I’d just been existing all these months.

I hadn’t hesitated, when Ryan had ducked into the bathroom, in grabbing his phone, finding Dominic’s number, and plugging it into my contacts.

That’d been four days ago. Four days of telling myself I shouldn’t call. Four days of remembering the years we’d spent together, happy and in love, and dreaming of a future. Four days of picturing him in my head, imagining his smiles, his soft, sleepy goodnight kisses, the way he would look at me as if I was all he needed. Four days of knowing I was going to call, eventually, because how could I not? Finding his number, now, was a sign, right? A sign that we could make this work again. All I needed to do was call.

Mind made up, and fingers trembling, I hit “call” and brought the phone to my ear.


Oh god, his voice. My stomach clenched at the sound. Memories had nothing on actually hearing it again. I wet my lips and swallowed the lump lodged in my throat.

“Dom,” I breathed.

A long silence. I pulled the phone away, saw the time still counting up on the screen, then tried again. “Dom, it’s me.”

“You shouldn’t— Fuck.” He sighed heavily. “Goodbye, Grant.”

“No, no! Wait. Please! Don’t hang up,” I pleaded, hating the fact I was begging but, at the same time, grateful because I could still hear him breathing on the other end. “I just needed to hear your voice. I…I…I miss you.” When he didn’t respond right away, I asked, “Don’t you miss me?”


I frowned at the harsh reply then shook my head.

“You don’t mean that,” I whispered. “You love me. I love you. We’re meant to be together. All the plans we made…the dreams we had for a life together… That doesn’t just disappear, Dom. It just doesn’t.” I shoved a hand through my hair, pulling slightly on the strands. “I’ve been thinking, remembering all of that. I can’t stop thinking about you. How you look when—”

“Well, try harder,” he snapped. “Or if you want something to think about, something to remember, remember that last night. Or were you too drunk to remember clearly? Because I remember it all too well.”

“I said I was sorry, and I am. I never meant to hurt you like that. It won’t ever happen again,” I vowed, even as his beautiful face, bruised and bloody, filled my mind and made me want to vomit.

“I’ve heard that before. Believed it the first couple times you said it.” He sniffed and cleared his throat. “The man I fell in love with left long before I walked out the door, Grant. All the plans, the dreams? Were destroyed long before that night, and you know it.”

“Dom, please, give me one cha—”

“No. No more chances. You already used them all up.” Then, voice quieter, softer, he added, “Keep getting help, Grant. Get better. Be happy.”

The click echoed in my ear—just as loudly as the slammed door all those months ago had, and yet somehow, more final than anything I’d ever heard.

“How can I without you?”

Of course, that was the question I’d been asking myself since that night. And hearing him again, I was farther from an answer than ever.

Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir