Jean Bruce
Bio
They/Them, 32. Writes Horror/Mystery/Fantasy and occasionally Reviews. I enjoy joining the contests. Friendly and easy to approach, talk to me about writing!~
Stories (21/0)
Valuable Lessons
The first story I had ever written was while I was in Jr. High. I had a great idea to write a story about a young woman who went to another world when she dreamed, and the working title was 'Harganoph and the Tree of Life.' In the story, a teenager named Marie would project into another reality in her dreams. This other world was a place with magic and adventure called 'Harganoph.' One night, she finds that she doesn't wake up from her dream. In fact, she's stuck in Harganoph. She's informed by a scientist that her living body must have slipped into a coma and she needed to get back to that body before she dies. Marie and a group of her friends start their journey to the Tree of Life, which is supposed to have the magic needed to bring her back to her real world, but as she finds the fantasy more appealing than reality, she starts to doubt if she even wanted to be saved at all.
By Jean Bruce7 months ago in Writers
Silhouettes of Real Things
Grandpa Bernie died from a stroke in 1994. I was only three years old then so I don't have any memories of him. But there have been bits and pieces of him left behind that affected me as I got older. I have a stuffed rabbit and a picture of him handing it to me on my first Easter. I have stories of him and the kind of man he was that was told to me by my family. Most importantly, I have a book of poems he wrote which was published after he passed away.
By Jean Bruce8 months ago in BookClub
The Tale of Bleeding Hearts
Mei was a wealthy maiden who enjoyed the scent of flowers. She would travel with her father everywhere in Yao Min Quei and for every place she went, Mei would visit the gardens to admire the beautiful colors and entrancing aroma. One morning as the sun rose, she went down to enjoy the garden of her palace after a night of rain. As she wandered into the gardens alone, she became overcome by a fragrance she never knew before. Following the beckoning smell, she found herself in the company of a beautiful maiden. “Who are you,” Mei asked.
By Jean Bruce9 months ago in Fiction
Tale of the Forget-Me-Nots
Behold, the lady with the sun-kissed hair which shined and haloed around her. Witness her gaze as soft as her touch with a glimmer as sharp as her mind. Her eyes, glimmering, transparent sapphire and reflective as ice, acknowledged the sky and the sea at once as she welcomed the world. Marvel her lips which called out from her dark, olive skin and spoke with words both compassionate and wise. To her town, she was known as lovely, and so Lovame she was called. Lovame drifted through the town often spreading her mind and heart to the good people, yet for only two she cared for most.
By Jean Bruce9 months ago in Fiction
The Villains of Puss in Boots: The Last Wish
If there is one thing that will make or break any form of media for me, it's the conflict. Villains or antagonists can turn a mediocre film into a classic. Without them, the protagonist has no cause to action. The antagonist exists to be a foil, a source of tension, the antithesis of the hero and the lesson in which the hero has to learn. For there to be a Percy Jackson, there needs to be Kronos. For every Cinderella, there is an Evil Stepmother.
By Jean Bruceabout a year ago in Geeks
The Macaw and the Puffin
I was traveling for a vacation to Caracas Venezuela. I had been there a few times before and there was a beach that was absolutely perfect. I went alone after a recent breakup and needed the time to let out some stress, and there was nowhere else better than the tropical area by the beach.
By Jean Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
