Brittani Luker
Bio
I am a mom to a beautiful, crazy, wild-child boy. Married to a wonderful man. I have been in the medical field for 8 years and am continuing with that while I chase other dreams of creativity.
Stories (10/0)
Evan
It would be four years before Evan and I would connect again. In that four years, I had started college, gotten into a very unhappy relationship, and had a baby. In those same four years, he dropped out of college, dumped the girl he left me for, and joined a branch of the military.
By Brittani Luker2 years ago in Fiction
Evan
I was broken yet again. I didn’t want to be broken. I long for him to put back the pieces that he had so carelessly dropped on the floor and left behind. After a week of total silence, I texted him to let him know I was on my way. I explained that I had planned a date at a local movie theater for that evening and that I expected him to show up. I had prepared a letter of everything I wanted to say to him just in case I couldn’t get it out.
By Brittani Luker2 years ago in Fiction
EVAN
The first time I came out to his college to visit was after I had worked third shift at my waitressing job. I left work, stopped briefly at my apartment, and drove the three hours to him. Having not slept, I made frequent stops along the highway at truckstops for energy drinks in 10 minute power naps.
By Brittani Luker2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Egg
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. At least that's what we were told in the stories growing up. Apparently our grandparents' grandparents lived freely and without fear of losing everything they had worked to build and possibly everyone they loved as well. Houses were built above the ground, animals were kept in pastures, children played in the river not far from our now underground village, and our people used to have large fires with food and music and laughter. We don't have those anymore. We don't have any of that anymore. It attracts too much attention with the noise. It tempts the destructive beasts to come take all that we have.
By Brittani Luker2 years ago in Fiction
EVAN
I knew from that first date that I was going to be in trouble. What started so innocent as an informal date would eventually ruin my life as I knew it. Up until that point, I thought I had known what love was. This would show me I didn't know shit about love. Looking back, I would realize that that wasn't either, but I let it consume me and take over my heart and cancel out my brain. Any rational thoughts were squashed by the idea of prince charming with the sapphire eyes.
By Brittani Luker2 years ago in Fiction
EVAN
If you asked me today if I would go back and change what happened I'd tell you no. Back then I would have given my kidney to not have had gone through what I did. At times my heart hurt so bad I thought I was dying. I would have done anything to make the pain stop except be patient and wait for it to subside. I recognize now that I learned something from the whole experience of being broken not once, not twice, but three times. I had to make sure it was dead and over and the only way to do that was to keep twisting the knife he placed so sadistically into my heart. In the end, it showed more of what kind of person he actually was; not the kind of person I thought he was. It's amazing how intensely you can feel in such a short amount of time. The following events I'm about to share happened in the span of 3 months. As soon as it started, it ended. Like a tornado, leaving a mess of a human being behind in it's wake.
By Brittani Luker2 years ago in Fiction
Genesis
Brilliant green flashes across the sky over Callan’s head as he made his way through what can only be described as what were once woods between his home and the closest water source. He dreaded making this trek as it exposed him to the dust that shredded his lungs despite the mask worn around his airway. All the trees were dead and barren, providing no shelter from the dusty wind. Breathing felt like glass shards disintegrating his esophagus, but water was a necessity. He wished it would rain soon so he could gather the run-off instead of making this haul. The only good part was the shine of those neon flashes that lit his way, allowing him to conserve the batteries in his flashlight. His mother had come to enjoy the lights as it reminded her of what she referred to as “the Northern Lights”. Callan was starting to hate the color green.
By Brittani Luker3 years ago in Fiction
