Brijit Reed
Bio
Freelance ghostwriter, editor, and screenwriter striving to create a better world. Words and images are just the beginning.
Stories (17/0)
Owner’s Manual for the Heart:
Dear Human Heart User: Warning! When using this machine always observe these safety precautions: • The grief app must be run with caution. Overuse of grief software uses up the memory, causing the sorrow, despair, depression, and anxiety apps to initiate and use up valuable resources. This can result in the impairment of the other hardware with which the heart device works, causing the whole system to break down over time, potentially creating a situation which is beyond repair.
By Brijit Reed12 months ago in Poets
The Tao of Chaos
Recently, I watched an artist on a YouTube video create a beautiful charcoal drawing that he started by placing random marks and lines on his canvas, and removing some of the darkness with an eraser, creating an effect that seemed to leave a luminous glow in its place. A face slowly emerged from the chaos as he smudged and blotted the canvas, and I was mesmerized, thinking, I want to do that!
By Brijit Reedabout a year ago in Longevity
Health and Emotions
There are many ways to get relief from medical issues. Some of them require medication, surgical procedures, and other types of medical interventions, and many of these things can be expensive, invasive, and can sometimes come with serious side-effects. Fortunately, there are alternatives that can not only help us achieve the ideal health we’re striving for, but they can be cost-effective as well.
By Brijit Reedabout a year ago in Interview
For Daddy
He was an Irish twin, born only 11 months after his brother, Fred, but where Uncle Fred stayed out of trouble, Dad was wild. Born in Butte, Dad was a Montana cowboy, a Marine who fought in Vietnam, suffered from PTSD, and had a hair-trigger temper. He had a thunderous, resonant voice, and large strong hands with thick calluses and enormous fingers. My mother said that when they went to pick out their wedding rings, the jeweler had to expand a size 12 to fit him because it was the largest size they had, and he was a 13. Mom’s delicate sparrow fingers wore a tiny size three.
By Brijit Reed2 years ago in Families
The Tao of Entropy
Quite recently, two extremely tragic events separated only by seven miles, happened within 24 hours of each other, and while I didn’t personally know any of the people involved, both situations have had a powerful emotional and spiritual impact on me. This is pretty normal for me. I am deeply affected by every school shooting, every disaster, every act of hate, violence, war, or terrorism that comes into my awareness. I don’t always talk about it, but it’s there and it usually requires a lot of work to keep myself from spiraling back into deep depression like I used to.
By Brijit Reed2 years ago in Confessions
The Hungry Ghost Express
Someone was shouting. “Tickets! Tickets! Show me your tickets!” My eyes snapped open, and I felt a hot rush of confusion and alarm. My head was resting uncomfortably against the back of a hard wooden seat. I sat up and saw that I was on a train that was rocketing through the darkness outside. A man in a business suit sat across the aisle from me reading a newspaper, as a conductor wearing an old-fashioned uniform strode toward us. I was bewildered to see the conductor pause at each bench and request a ticket even though most of them had no passengers.
By Brijit Reed2 years ago in Fiction
The Ones with Charmed Lives
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The story that the old ones passed down was that once the dragons were hummingbirds, and before that, they were angels. As the hummingbirds lost their voices, their bright and colorful feathers vanished. Their bodies expanded and their wings became vast, dark, and leathery creaking appendages that snapped like sails as they beat against the sky. Those newborn dragons eventually became Mara– our demons. They shrieked and howled as they circled the kingdom like vultures, bruising the earth with their heavy shadows, weighing it down in their rage and sorrow.
By Brijit Reed2 years ago in Earth
Medicine Wheel
Chapter One: In Which Our Hero Leaves the Barn he woke, a snowy white owl with fluffy silken feathers speckled in the colors of earth and soil. he leapt from his perch and flew through the jagged boards composing the barn, landing in an inch of watery snow. he shook his wings and settled them, letting them fall to his sides in tranquil surrender.
By Brijit Reed2 years ago in Earth
