Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

As usual, these are in no particular order.  10.) Big Sur, California and pretty much anywhere along the northern coast.   9.) Vancouver Island – A.) it’s gorgeous and B.) Norris lives there. 8.) England (in general). 7.) Cornwall (in particular). 6.) Ireland 5.) Norway 4.) Wales 3.) Scotland 2.) Boston (which I’ll be seeing […]

I spend literally every day with books. Books I’m writing. Books I’m editing for clients. Books I’m prepping to go into audio for clients. And books I want to read for me. That’s a lot of books. But for the purpose of this blog post, we’ll just stick to the best book I’ve read for me. […]

It’s time for another Promptly Penned. The prompt will be in bold in the story. “I’m back.” Jasper Nolan peered into the family room where his little sister, Junie, was hanging out with a couple of her friends watching The Fault in Our Stars, or maybe, it was The Last Song, for what had to […]

It’s time for another photo flash fic.  I lowered my camera and stared at my sister. “Katrina…what the actual fuck are you doing?” “Posing,” she huffed. Sighing, I took a few shots. If nothing else, maybe I could use them for something. “Really?” Seth, my best friend muttered, next to me. “Those are the shots […]

Welp, looks like it’s time for more Therapy with Bron. Intellectually, I’m sure that the majority of these are rooted in anxiety and depression. Emotionally… *shrugs* Sometimes, I’m a train wreck. Before we get started, I should mention that I’m not wandering around feeling like this all the time. Like anything else, insecurity flare-ups are a […]

Hmmmm… somehow, I thought this was going to be an easier post than it ended up being. Surprise! It’s not. Okay, so songs representing each decade of my life. Let’s see… 0-10 Um…this is a hard one. This was the time of Wildly Inappropriate Lullabies, and innocence and loss, and I’m not really sure what […]

It’s time for another Promptly Penned post–flash fiction that starts from a word prompt. The prompt will be in bold in the story.   “Motherfucking piece of shit,” Lucy muttered, trying to untangle the thread that had pulled through the other side of the fabric, making it impossible to gather this portion of the ridiculously […]