Rachel Brennan
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This is a Story About Sunrise.
This is a story about sunrise. Golden sunrise, serene sunrise and the adorning sunrise quilting the sky. William and I adored the tranquil sun seeping inwards dividing the array of tangerine clouds that loomed inside the hazy skies. The best place to watch sunrise was sat underneath the willow tree on the hills near his house. That way nobody could stop us, and the bobbies wouldn’t see us. Heterosexual couples were completely forbidden.
By Rachel Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
2021: The Idiot Era.
It baffled me. When I travelled back to 2021, I realized I had forgotten how much we complained about our oppressed freedoms. We’d waltz in and out of shops, restaurants, and pubs (with seated service only) - without being monitored or followed to the degree we are now. When I travelled to what historians refer to as the ‘idiot era’ I noticed people complained about the aggravation evoked when they were instructed to conceal their faces with flimsy, cloth masks. It irritated them when they scanned track and trace by dancing their phones at café windows until QR codes invigorated a tick's appearance on their screens.
By Rachel Brennan2 years ago in Humans
My Passion for English and Teaching.
Ever since I’ve had the ability to comprehend the English language, I have been utterly galvanized by it. I remember when I was just five years old, I would go to my grandparents after school on Tuesdays (the day my parents worked late) and I’d clasp my hand around my grandad’s arm and drag him into their garage. The garage was gargantuan compared to me who was tiny. The icy, concrete floor appeared dismal but the multi-colored chalks my grandad owned didn’t. They invigorated my fingers to detain them in my hands and doodle on the garage ground.
By Rachel Brennan2 years ago in Education
My Passion is a White Ball of Fluff.
I am the feeling in your chest that motivates and invigorates you to swim through an infinite loop of desirable thoughts, to become excited and enthralled. I am the captivating, galvanization that intensely draws you to a subject, enabling you to endure endorphins at the mere daydream of fulfilling your task. I am a strong desire; I am a strong love. My name is passion.
By Rachel Brennan2 years ago in Petlife
My Passion is my Ambition towards Teaching.
Ever since I’ve had the ability to comprehend the English language, I have been utterly galvanized by it. I remember when I was just five years old, I would go to my grandparents after school on Tuesdays (the day my parents worked late) and I’d clasp my hand around my grandad’s arm and drag him into their garage. The garage was gargantuan compared to me who was tiny. The icy, concrete floor appeared dismal but the multi-colored chalks my grandad owned didn’t. They invigorated my fingers to detain them in my hands and doodle on the garage ground.
By Rachel Brennan2 years ago in Education
We are able
I don’t like writing about myself. I prefer to invent a fascinating protagonist who endures an enthralling and vast venture, eventually creating an interesting tale that absorbs its readers like a sponge immersed in water. I’m not as exciting as the characters found in literature, I’m no Matilda or Harry Potter – I don’t have superhuman telepathic powers enabling my index finger to control the vase that sits on my coffee table, making it hover in the air like a drone. I’m certainly not a wizard that can wave a wand, making whatever I want, appear instantaneously. I do envy those characters though, what an easy life that must be.
By Rachel Brennan2 years ago in Motivation
