S.F. Brooke

United States

Hello Everyone! I am a self-published author for my book, Names on the Tower by S.F. Brooke available on Amazon and Kindle! (With another book on the way!) I love writing and reading is basically my life. Please read my stories and enjoy them!

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I am a writer and reader with far too little free time and a reading list bigger than most people's wills. I write about almost any subject that comes into my mind and I hope that you find connection with my stories. I appreciate constuctvive feedback and suggestions. Thank you and I hope you enjoy my stories!

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The Confidence of a Cat

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Catrina Valeriz — Cat to friends and family — was not a very popular girl. At five foot ten she was a bit of an outcast height wise and to be honest she didn’t have much of a figure. She found that out soon enough when the girls at her middle school made fun of her skinny legs and her freckled face. It didn’t help that she had glasses either. Shooting up like a weed in fifth grade was more...

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Crying in the Shower

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Crying in the shower:
The water shaped like raindrops hitting the glass
Letting all your past feelings come at last 
I know what it’s like 
To think
Too much water, too much noise, too much rain
Out here they can’t see my pain 
For the rain to drown out your sobs and muffled cries
I know what it’s like to sit on the ground and think did it mean anything at all
To watch tears blend in so perfectly with...

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The Apple Doesn't Fall Far...

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“Babe, when I was thinking about our third anniversary I was thinking something like a fancy dinner,” Darryl complained, after getting hit in the face with a branch for the third time. “Not getting kidnapped.”

His wife’s laugh made him smile and he reached up to pull the black blindfold up but his hand was gently slapped away. 

“No, Darry not yet! We’re nearly there,” Eden told him, pulling his hand some more and making him duck under a low...

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Red Hawk and White Bear

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“Mom! Keo is poking me!” called one boy’s voice, high pitched at the end into a whine. 

“No! Koa is poking me!” another boy’s shrill call came. 

A series of skin against skin slaps came from the back of the car. The twin seven-year-old boys yelled at each other from their booster seats. 

Mona, AKA Mom, thumped her head repeatedly against the steering wheel of her parked car. “You can’t run away! You can’t run away!” she mumbled under...

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My Grandfather's Clock

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    Cyra turned the key into the new set of locks on the old house, the door creaking as she pushed it open. She coughed as the dust attacked her lungs. The house felt ancient — even though it was built in the early nineteen hundreds. The move here had been stressful, to say the least, but the adventure of it all made it worth it. She dropped her suitcase near the front of the staircase, setting her cat down in...

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S.F. Brooke (United States) published:

My Grandfather's Clock

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    Cyra turned the key into the new set of locks on the old house, the door creaking as she pushed it open. She coughed as the dust attacked her lungs. The house felt ancient — even though it was built in the early nineteen hundreds. The move here had been stressful, to say the least, but the adventure of it all made it worth it. She dropped her suitcase near the front of the staircase, setting her cat down in...

2 months ago

S.F. Brooke (United States) published:

The Remembrance of Red

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Every time I look at a red truck there’s always something I miss. Maybe it’s the wonderful feeling of being seventeen and just driving for the heck of it with no destination in sight. It could be that I remember taking my nieces and nephews over harsh train tracks in the back of the truck to watch them fly up and laugh telling me to do it again and again. Driving now... I miss that old truck. It was my...

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