Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

This month’s flash fiction song is one I’d never heard before this challenge. It’s called “Call Me Crazy” by Travis Collins. The video is here and the lyrics are here if you’d like to give a listen/read. Content warning: some violence and allusions to abuse.  The dirt was clay. She fucking hated digging into clay. […]

Prompt: While cleaning the attic, he/she finds a box of glass balls with names on them. One drops and as it shatters, a person appears.   Fuck my life.  Emily looked around at the mountains of boxes, trunks and bags in the attic. This was not how she’d envisioned her mid-term break. When she’d agreed to stay […]

This month’s song fic is inspired by Criminals by Ms Mr. Here are the lyrics and video if you want to give it a go.   Doug looked around the conference table, not letting his gaze settle anywhere for too long–not even on Vanessa. How in the hell had they ended up here? Christ, he […]

I pulled the giant handknit sweater over my head. It was way too big for me, but I didn’t care. It was warm and cozy and something about it made me feel safe. It wasn’t even my sweater. My mom had knitted it for my brother, Kevin–hence the giant-ness–but he’d left it at my apartment […]

This month’s song fic was inspired by Ghost by Halsey. If you’d like, you can read the lyrics here and/or watch the video here.  “What are we even doing?” Ryan sighed. “We’re trying to get some sleep because we have an early flight.” A car drove slowly down the street, its headlights bouncing around the […]

“Emily! C’mon! You’re missing all the good shots! I want pictures with all my bridesmaids!” It wasn’t that I didn’t like the beach. I liked it fine. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be there with Rosalind or our other friends. I liked them just fine, too. “I’m coming. Hold your pants on!” I liked […]

Prompt: Well, apparently, Rock Bottom has a basement.  I looked around the crowded bar. There wasn’t another server free. “Motherfucker,” I muttered under my breath. I’d have to take his table. Sighing in resignation, I pulled the hairtie off my wrist and quickly pulled my hair up into a sloppy bun. I turned toward the bar […]