Andrea N. Brown
Bio
Always trying to live my coziest life. Fueled by coffee, long walks, stacks of books, watching the birds, and staring at trees. Writing keeps me alive.
Current inspirations: Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Carlos Ruiz Fafon and Lily King
Stories (12/0)
The Library Sprite
Samantha walked into the library, welcomed by the towering trees and the breeze that she never quite knew the source of. She breathed in the fresh green scent of the air and also caught the warm brown aura of pages. The bookshelves were nestled among the trees as though they were trees themselves, growing up and reaching for the sky. It wasn’t really the sky, of course, but the sprites always kept the ceiling looking like a more lovely version of what was outside. Today there were cotton candy pink clouds moving gently across the library. She looked up at them and felt contradicting desires - she wanted the ‘sky’ to match the stormy mood inside of her, but she was also thankful for something so lovely to enjoy.
By Andrea N. Brownabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2022
Sweet Dreams
I am pulled gently out of sleep and note the persistent darkness as my eyes slowly open. The clock reads 4am. Too early. I press play one more time, letting the artificial sounds of rain fill the room. An attempt to trick my brain into relaxation once more. After listening to the pounding of the rain that is not outside my window for what feels like an hour, sleep still doesn’t come. I lift myself up slowly and stretch, letting a yawn draw in and out of me. I turn to rest my back against the wall and pull up the blinds. I see a golden apple pear, sliced in half. It floats above a branch. As my eyes continue to adjust, the pear becomes a barn owl. It is looking at me, I think. Its day is ending while mine begins. I wonder what the night has held as I swam in confusing dreams that I no longer remember. I only feel the vague sense of panic and sorrow they instilled while I made my way through.
By Andrea N. Brown2 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Release
She couldn’t believe how beautiful the sky was, the perfect crisp blue and the clouds so soft she could imagine herself asleep in them. The birds called to each other above her in the trees. She had forgotten how much she loved the sound. She walked up the familiar road that had not felt the steps of a human being in over a decade. Had that much time really passed? She once again marveled at her age and the passage of time as one is wont to do after adolescence has passed.
By Andrea N. Brown3 years ago in Fiction
