Bree Beadman
Stories (59/0)
More Than One
Many assume that those growing up in a single parent household are void of male influence. How can your world be shaped by a father figure if you don’t see your own on a daily basis? It’s not true of course. I, in fact, had many father figures who shaped my identity in their own unique ways, which makes it interesting that the two very different men, who stand at either end of that happen to be one and the same.
By Bree Beadman9 months ago in Men
Unwanted Connection
Though living by the hospitality of strangers is often a necessity, a means of survival, no one can be trusted for too long. Sooner or later, they all show their hand. That’s why it’s important to remember one universal truth -trust is for the weak, and I am not weak.
By Bree Beadman10 months ago in Fiction
Of Grace
That once tiny hole, barely noticed in its youth, now gapes open in a whirlpool of loss and sorrow. It tears further, cuts deeper, as the heavy waves flood every crevice of my being. Pain upon pain, it strains to spread the emptiness of a million joyous futures no longer possible as I fight to protect my heart from total annihilation. A wounded heart is better than no heart at all and I will not go there. I refuse to drown however simple that may seem. I refuse to live forever in the dark, cold depths. I refuse to be like the slow, dead-eyed fish just beyond the glass before me, accepting of their hopeless fate.
By Bree Beadmanabout a year ago in Fiction