Antoinette L Brey
Bio
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
Stories (230/0)
The Psychic
I tried not to laugh when Barbara explained where we were going. It was a small apartment in Central Square. The gypsy women recognized Barbara, they chatted like old friends. The woman had time to do my reading after, she laid out the structure of Barbara's week. I had my doubts, but Barbara came out of her reading more focused, she knew her goals and expectation. The psychic seemed to fill the role of therapist that played a part in many of my friends' lives.
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
Three Poems
These are three of my poems, from a period of my life when I strived to achieve my dreams. Giving up and observing instead of living life was not an option. The first one was written in 2004. It was a day that all my plans had been changed because of the arrival of snow
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Poets
Car writer
Who can write when the heart is burdened? His head in his hands, he tried not to concentrate on his current situation. He listened to his stomach growling. No food. a constant reminder of the importance of writing these reviews. Last week his schedule had been crowded with shows - introducing all the latest lines of cars for this new year. He had been eating shrimp, roast beef, and numerous other varieties of appetizers. Free coffee and free soda. He could have had free wine but he didn’t drink. Now, a week later, he was back in his apartment. He still had to review all the brochures he had collected throughout the week. His growling stomach shifted his focus off his work. He had no free food left. He wished he had brought home a chunk of brie, or a bunch of grapes. Other guests had taken food to their room. He should have just had his food travel a little bit further- to his apartment.
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Fiction
As old as I feel, or younger
AS OLD AS I FEEL, OR YOUNGER Vera: She seemed pretty to me in both body and spirit. I was drawn to her, which is why we exchanged numbers. She was not perfect, a fact, that once I got to know her, I learned was unacceptable to her. She loved to recount how when she was younger she used to acknowledge this. Singing, about her inner frustration, in her room. She had mellowed by the time I met her, but she still felt trapped by her fear of being a failure. She still knows all the words to that song. In fact I also know the words of that Cher song, I heard her sing it so often.
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Fiction
A Dream or Reality
She sat in the middle of the field and cried. She could hear the fighting in the distance. She heard wings flapping, and lay flat on the ground. The dragons did not have good eyesight. She had been trained to not breathe or move and they will fly right over you. The dragon passed on by. The noise of the battle seemed to be diminishing. She slowly made it back to the battleground. It was littered with dead humans. She saw one of the elders. He seemed to be making his way over to her. He was having trouble staying on his feet. She ran to meet him. The man once they finally reached each other shoved an ancient book of the elders into her hands. He also told her that everything would be fine if she followed the map. And then he physically collapsed. She mentally collapsed, more worried about food and shelter than a map drawn by the elders,
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Fiction
Are you my Brother?
His roar and fire froze, in the midst of his dance. The silent crisp air told him to listen till he heard the soft noise again. His giant feet had just missed a small cuddled shape. The shape stood up. It was a human with long black hair. Even he a heartless dragon could sense that she was scared. Humans did not come to Fireland. Her eyes met his. He noticed the dark makeup around her eyes. She was part of the spirit people. A tribe of humans with the ability to read the thoughts of others. The dragon tried to focus on peaceful safe thoughts, he knew she would sense that he was not a threat.
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Fiction
The Shrink
The shrieking of the wind outside the windows echoes my mood. The whole back edge of the room is lined with windows. They absorb my glaze. My eyes watch the shaking of the branches as they strike against the window panes. My mind crashes with every slash, slosh, clash of rain and wood on the windowpane. I grit my teeth. I tell myself that, I am a professional. I must fight this inner battle. The outer storm will never reach me. I fight the urge to hide my head in my hands and cry. Instead, I count to ten and hold my head up high. I silently recite the familiar phrase in my head. “ High high high, let stress die”. My nails dig into my hand. Finally, my thoughts shift from the flower curtains to the situation of hand.
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Fiction
Boarding School
Its all my fault” Anna screamed across the crowded dorm floor. Susan gasped, and froze like a statue, as the dorm mother went to escort Anna out of the main corridor. Anna was led into the dorm mother ‘s living quarters. It was furnished nicely, a real apartment. Anna had often wondered what it looked like. She saw the empty bottles of alcohol that the chosen students had been invited in to drink. Different rules for different folks. Anna was hoping that she would get suspended or even expelled, but first she had to find out what crime she had committed. She did not have to wait long.
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Fiction