Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

  Heads up, guys. This promptly penned is probably going to to be super short. I’m heartsick (and terrified) at the latest (continued?) political shitstorm facing this country. But I’m going to give this a go anyway. Prompt: Magic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. For example, there are 20 spells for making tea […]

  I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all learned things from our parents–some intended and some…not so much. 10.) If you want a piece of machinery to work better, you need to swear loudly and profusely at it. I’ve seen this demonstrated with boat motors, tractor engines, combines, arc welders, and gas grills. I’ve used […]

Man… this has been a month. A long, weird, disquieting month. Sadly, my mother-in-law died recently, so much of this month has been dealing with grief, and frustration, and anger at a certain family member on that side who needs to be throat punched. But that’s life. Weirdly, I managed to accomplish quite a few […]

Welcome to another episode of Therapy with Bron. But hey, I figure if I struggle with this shit, some of you might, too. I try really hard not to live my life consumed by regret. There are too many other things I’d rather be consumed by–laughter, love, a good story, kitty and kid cuddles, nature, music, […]

Okay, so we’ve got to new blogger for the flash fiction posts–please welcome Siobhan Muir! Yay, Siobhan, we’re glad to have you! This month’s song fic is Ever the Same by Rob Thomas. Here’s the video and here are the lyrics if you’re interested. Laughter bubbled from her, and she clapped her hand over her mouth–as if […]

Prompt: “Wow. Can we just pretend, for one second, that you’re not a complete douchebag?” So this prompt fits a story that I’m working on really well, so I’m just going to  throw it at these characters and see what happens.   Eliza spotted her charge in one of the glass elevators, descending from the twenty-seventh […]

Once upon a time, I finished every book I started. Then, I realized that my time is more precious than that. And once I drop an author mid-book, with very few exceptions, I don’t usually pick them back up again. But here are some ways to lose me as a reader of romance. I’m focusing specifically on […]

  Octavia turned up the flame in the gas lantern mounted on the wall of the subterranean workshop.  There was barely enough light to see, but she couldn’t risk bringing her work upstairs. If the guild realized what she was attempting to do, they’d stop her. And she couldn’t let that happen–not when she was […]