Brittany Miller
Bio
As a writer who loves the fantastical and unnatural, Brittany enjoys writing fictional stories that fall into the fantasy and horror genres.
Find her here: https://www.facebook.com/thechaosarchivist
Or here: brittanicolemiller.wordpress.com
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Stories (22/0)
Echoes of the Past
When I Grow Up, I Shall Venture 'Neath Dead Seas Life has not always been easy. We all face our inner demons, our hardships dragging us deep into murky waters. The world has been a confusing mix of unknowns, you know. The last I had written, I was drifting, dying perhaps, in the black void of space. Since that harrowing journey, I have found my way to a world the others are calling Castranova.
By Brittany Millerabout a year ago in Fiction
My Cat, My Best Friend
At the end of August, Vocal opened up the 24/7 Companion Challenge. The challenge closed by the time I began writing this, but the thought of not writing something for my furry companion was, and is, unthinkable. So, here I am. At the beginning of October writing a post about a cat who has brought light into my life.
By Brittany Miller2 years ago in Petlife
On The Other Side
Where the dead does not tread, they can only hide, In shadows, in darkness, shying away from mortal cries. Abandoned halls, corridors twisting and windows busted, A lone shadow stalks the passages between light and dark, They are there, there in shadows, gone when the sun rises. They are broken things, their forms all thin and twisted.
By Brittany Miller2 years ago in Poets
Dead Stars (Madness of Reality)
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The black and infinite void of the universe is a cold place. It is bereft of life, of sound, of thought. It is here that beginnings come into creation and where worlds will meet their end.
By Brittany Miller2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge
Theosian CosmosRunner-Up in New Worlds Challenge
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So they say. I can't quite determine which way is up. Or down, for that matter. I'm here, wherever here is. There was a moment when I thought the world was cold and dying, that I was in a frozen hell. Maybe it was a dream.
By Brittany Miller2 years ago in Fiction
