Brittany Smith
Stories (5/0)
The Pear Tree Withers:
On the gentle hillside south of the range house there is the old pear tree. When my Dad was young, and indeed when Grandad ran the farm, the pear tree was magnificent, large and always bearing massive quantities of fruit. Dad as a child would love to climb to the top of the tree, getting a great view of the northern part of the ranch, which was relatively flat. Perched in the tree like the birds that would ultimately come and eat most of the fruit if it was not picked early, he would devour pears until he felt a little ill, watching out from the top of the tree, king of all he could see.
By Brittany Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Frozen Pond:
Another blistering hot climate change day on the ranch here in Texas. As usual, the power had gone out, yet another power down outage. It had been freakishly hot, even by abrupt climate change standards, and the air was almost combustible, but I don’t suppose air can catch fire can it? Science, as you will see is not one of my strengths.
By Brittany Smith3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2021
The Diary of the Last Teenage Girl on Earth:Top Story - August 2021
Thursday, October 27, 2022 I am writing in a diary on paper, with a pen – how primitive - something I wouldn’t have thought I would ever do, with my Mac Note Book. But, it is all I have now, and I have to organize my thoughts, and writing always helped me think clearer, as if that it possible now in this crazy world.
By Brittany Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Tapestry of the Web of Life
When I found out I was pregnant, and a single mum to be, I decided to move out of my father’s farm in the foothills of the city where I lived. I had to finish off my Honors degree in Psychology and travelling times were going to be a bit too much.
By Brittany Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Woman of the Wastelands
If you humans knew the truth about reality, what you think of as the multiverse, it would be so poisonous as to destroy you, shattering your illusions of the worth of everything. But I, a celestial being, the writer of this universe, will let you have a metafictional peep through the 4th wall. Not because I care, but for my amusement.
By Brittany Smith3 years ago in Fiction