Julia Brennan
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RAGING BULL REIMAGINED
Jake LaMotta was a third-generation Italian immigrant named for his great uncle on his mother’s side, who was a famous boxer in the 1950s. He was born and raised in London, his family had an Italian restaurant in Soho and it was assumed that Jake would take over the running of it eventually. He had finished university a couple of years ago, and had not long returned from travelling. In fact, he had only been back two months and he was already eager to go somewhere else.
By Julia Brennan 3 years ago in Fiction
FORBIDDEN FLOWER
Violet lifted her glasses and rubbed her eyes; she had been staring at the screen too long and she had a headache. She was about to tell a story that she had never shared with anyone before. She went to the kitchen to drink some water, at 75 she was still very agile and independent, she noticed it was 9.30pm, she’d forgotten to eat dinner again. Since beginning to write her memoirs she had often become so caught up in the past that she forgot to attend to the present, her daughter Moira would have something to say if she found out, so Violet opened her cupboard and fished out a can of soup which she microwaved and put in a mug. Sat back in front of the screen she re-read her last few paragraphs, ‘and that is when I first saw her, the beautiful Mari Gold. Her father and mine were business associates and friends.’
By Julia Brennan 3 years ago in Fiction
THE QUEST
Lam was still a juvenile, at 20 summers old he would not reach his sexual maturity for another 6 years. In reality Lam knew it would be difficult for him because of his size, he was very under developed and had been the runt (and embarrassment) of the family. His mother had always been kind but his father practically refused to acknowledge him, saying he brought shame to the species as ‘we are the direct descendants of Cretalamna the great megalodon who ruled the oceans at the time of the birthing of the world.’
By Julia Brennan 3 years ago in Fiction
ADVENTURES IN THE COURT OF THE GOBLIN KING
Her heart knocked loudly in her chest and she trembled with trepidation as she approached the door to her master’s bed chamber. There was always an extra layer to the thrill when she was summoned this way; she hadn’t seen him since he had used her that morning, the King was often full of vitality in the morning! She’d eaten some late breakfast and gone to her own chamber for a nap and upon awakening had discovered the piece of paper with her instructions:
By Julia Brennan 3 years ago in Filthy