Britt Blomster
Bio
I'm a writer, poet, storyteller and dreamer. I'm inspired by the world around me and channel that into my writing.
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Stories (105/0)
The Golden Pear
In the beginning of a world like ours, a pear tree sprouted. From its branches grew once a new moon, a golden pear. The inhabitants who lived in this world journeyed to the pear tree for the chance of biting into this golden pear. For taste was not what drew them, it was the power they received and the magical gifts granted.
By Britt Blomster 3 years ago in Fiction
Allie and Misty
Who is Misty? The question swirled around her head as her frozen hands gripped the steering wheel. Nearly an hour past the last rustic gas station, she has not passed a car or seen another building in sight. Miles and miles of trees greet her, covered in a blanket of fresh snow as the icy wind whirls around her truck. Who is Misty? Her brain repeats for the 100th time since yesterday.
By Britt Blomster 3 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Three Sisters
A long, long time ago there were three beautiful sisters who lived on a farm surrounded by lemon trees with their mother. Each sister had eyes the colors of gemstones. Julietta, the eldest, had Sapphire eyes. Teodora, the middle sister, had eyes the color of Emeralds. The youngest and the loveliest was Mirabella with rare amethyst colored eyes. When they went into the small village near their farm, everyone would remark how beautiful her eyes were and it was such a shame she had a hideous birthmark on her forehead. For it looked like smeared mud was painted onto her.
By Britt Blomster 3 years ago in Fiction
Memories Of A Sinner
She wakes up chained to a pole in the middle of a field that’s slick with morning dew. Breathing in the earthy aroma as she struggles to sit her aching body up. Squinting at the endless sea of wheatgrass all around her and the wooded fence penning her in. Through cracked lips her call for help disintegrates in the humid air. The bellow of an unseen bull opens a pit of fear in her stomach. His muscular body comes into view as he walks along the other side of the fence approaching the locked gate in the distance. Groggy from fear and perplexed at how she got here, the vault of her memory bank opens and reveals its contents to her.
By Britt Blomster 3 years ago in Fiction