Brier

Joined July 2022

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Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.

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The Journey
I often find people are far too hard on themselves, they take life far too seriously when they have no control and it poisons them. They burn their souls away trying to save the world, the ones around them see a hero that doesn’t need to sleep, when they’re dying inside, stretched into a transparent sheet that won’t snap. In most scenarios it’s preferable over doing nothing, receding back into oneself while the machine keeps chugging along just to be forgotten about. They are not forgotten of course, they become shells, everyone wonders why they don’t come out anymore, where were they last Christmas? Why haven’t you called lately?
By Briera day ago in Humans
The Hunt for Dahlia
Paws the size of bucklers slapped down one after another through the mud that made up the eastern pass that ran out through the Agathok. The locals referred to it as Mercas Way, no doubt because of the vast amount of trade caravans and merchants that frequented it in the dry months. The beast gave a low moan and tossed its head back and forth several times to shake the rain and dirt from its face, picking up its pace slightly as it grew giddy at the prospect of a clean hide. The deserts had been warm the last few years allowing the beast to lounge with its master out in the sun, but the packing of sand into everything that was not sealed had been an uncomfortable compromise.
By Brier2 days ago in Fiction
What Keeps Us Alive . Content Warning.
The thorn in my side weeps and wheezes when I roll out of bed, reeling at the thought of another day. Why me, why us, it asks as I pull my boots on and wrap my body in layers to keep the frozen air off my skin. Yet I wake and I work, I clean my home and I cook my meals, this is why I get up but I know this is not what the thorn wants to hear.
By Brier4 days ago in Poets
Look Outside
There is so much hate in the world one may say. And it may seem true. Red and blue. Left and right. Black and white.
By Brier13 days ago in Poets
The Road to Paradise Pocket. Top Story - March 2026.
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin. Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
By Brier13 days ago in Fiction
1934
Engage the machine The copper spools grow red hot The old relic fails
By Brier16 days ago in Poets
Trenches
I crushed my smoke out on the pavement outside the apartment complex before rubbing my eyes deeply and hauling myself off the curb and onto my feet. Two days in a row now I had shown up at Joeys, 7:30 AM so we could walk over to Sal’s shop and start our shift by 8:00. He was normally waiting for me, bright eyed and ready to go, guy loved working on cars all day while I just did it to pay for rent and cigarettes. It’s not the worst job I’ve ever had, but the jeep with two broken cv axels and a cracked transfer case was going to take me most of the day, and I’ve never liked an all-day project.
By Brier16 days ago in Fiction
The Good Life
In the world we reside in there is no shortage of systems that don’t operate correctly or even that well at all. From household items and the lives we’ve cultivated all the way to the systems that govern us its like shooting fish in a barrel to ask someone what they think is being done incorrectly or poorly within society.
By Brier16 days ago in Humans
The Amber Spires: Part Two
I sat on a small rickety stool outside the wide oak door that led into the dull interior of the taskmasters’ quarters, this was becoming a far too familiar scenario. Two weeks ago, it was a brawl outside an abandoned fuel station over a case of expired cans of vegetables that got overlooked during the last rounds of looting and rioting, and the week before that a precinct six blocks over burnt to the ground. Quelling riots before they ever happened became our duty, weather it was some strategy come down from the brains up top or the fight in the people had just died out none of us knew.
By Brier17 days ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part One
I found the devil in the guts of the Amber Spires, more than two decades ago now, down in the filthy rubble that made up the outer rings of shacks and hovels posted up high above the filth ways. The spires are long gone now, pulverized by the Hulcans when they pushed north, but back when I was a boy they were something special. Great big towers that shot into the heavens and cast their light into the smog clouds that enveloped the concrete apartments around them, what we would have given to step one foot through those doors. It was like looking at the gates of heaven.
By Brier18 days ago in Fiction
The First Knife in My Heart
As I sit with my sister. Dark fell hours ago. Yet the lights are still on. I will never forget the screams. The claws across my father’s back.
By Brier2 months ago in Poets
Revolver Theory. Top Story - January 2026.
With the technological advancements seen in any given field over the last few decades I often question why certain things still exist. For the average citizen of course, places like hospitals and engineering firms are constantly phasing older tech out to bring in the best possible equipment available. What I find most surprising is not only are things like revolvers and carburetors are still widely loved, but the fact they are still being mass produced.
By Brier2 months ago in Journal

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The Journey

The Hunt for Dahlia

What Keeps Us Alive . Content Warning.

Look Outside

The Road to Paradise Pocket. Top Story - March 2026.

1934

Trenches

The Good Life

The Amber Spires: Part Two

The Amber Spires: Part One

The First Knife in My Heart

Revolver Theory. Top Story - January 2026.

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