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Meet the Freewriter: Brie Ripley Sparks

Annie Cosby
October 12, 2025 | 4 min read

The winner of the inaugural Freewrite 500 flash fiction competition is Brie Ripley Sparks, with her short story "High Holy Days."

Brie Ripley Sparks is a communications director and artist from Seattle. She currently lives in Rome, Italy, where she runs comms, media, and PR for the head of the United Nations World Food Programme.

Brie believes art can and must exist even in the hardest contexts, in war, in displacement, in hunger. She wants her work to matter β€” to make people’s lives better, or at least more interesting.

Read on to learn more about Brie and her writing process.

ANNIE COSBY: What does your writing life look like?

BRIE RIPLEY SPARKS:I try to write every morning, right after waking up. I commit to a 30-minute writing flow at minimum, sometimes longer if more needs to get out on the page.

I write both longhand and on my computer. I always keep a notebook nearby (and now, my Freewrite Traveler!) and sometimes wake in the middle of the night with ideas or bits of dialogue I type into my phone before they slip away.

My husband, Ryan Sparks, is the most talented writer I know β€” forever my first reader and favorite editor. He hasn’t shared his own creative writing with the world yet, but when he does, it will be better for it.

I’ve been lucky to incorporate much of my writing practice professionally. Over the past six years, I’ve worked as a communications manager and social media ghostwriter for executives across a range of industries: scientists, creatives, and philanthropists. For the past two years, I led communications for the head of the United Nations World Food Programme, which is what brought me to Rome.

Ryan and I will be moving back to my hometown, Seattle, this winter, so I’m beginning to look for my next professional chapter. I want to channel more of my creative energy into guiding others in the art of communication β€” PR and media management, communications reporting, and writing for thought leaders β€” while dedicating my personal time to fiction.Β 

AC: Are there any specific writers or books you’ve been influenced by?

BRS:So many. I fell into a reading slump a few years ago, then wandered into a bookstore and picked up Aesthetica by Allie Rowbottom because the colorful cover caught my eye.

I reached out to tell her she’d pulled me out of my literary hiatus, and she introduced me to writers like Tea HačiΔ‡-VlahoviΔ‡ and Chelsea Bieker. From there, my reading life exploded. I’ve been devouring fiction ever since and only started the steady personal writing practice I described above a few months ago.

For speculative fiction, the late Jacqueline Harpman’s I Who Have Never Known Men is a touchstone. For contemporary work, I keep returning to Ottessa Moshfegh’s My Year of Rest and Relaxation.

AC: Why do you think you are drawn to your specific genre and themes?

BRS: I’m drawn to stories that examine power, especially in workplaces and social circles, and the quiet negotiations people make between their inner and outer selves.

I’m fascinated by why we self-soothe in ways that numb us, and by the blurry line between dystopia and utopia.

Maybe it’s because I watch a lot of science fiction, but I love exploring what happens when ordinary human psychologies meet extraordinary circumstances.

READ "HIGH HOLY DAYS" BY BRIE RIPLEY SPARKS

AC: What are you working on right now?

BRS:I’m following The 90-Day Novel and Cody Cooke Parrott’s The Long Arc practice and working on my debut, tentatively titled A Rare Medium Well Done.

It’s about a young public radio producer at a station outside Yellowstone National Park whose voice wields more power than she realizes, even as she struggles to control other forces like addiction, ambition, and the ethics of journalism.

AC: Wow, I'd like to read that right now. How did you hear about Freewrite?

BRS: This will be my first Freewrite device, and I am over the moon about it! Shoutout to @baileybcreates on TikTok who first showed me what a Freewrite Traveler is. I just so happened to see her video a few days before the Freewrite 500 contest prompt was announced.

AC: Any fun facts about you that you'd like to share?

BRS:I have two cats, brothers named Marc and Chainsaw. After moving abroad, I got back into film photography thanks to a friend who gifted me an Olympus OM-G (an incredible going away gift β€” thank you, Anthony) and fell in love with film soup by Hanalogital.

I also have an analogue collage practice that I occasionally share snippets of on my Substack.

This is my first published piece of fiction! Thank you, Flash Fiction Institute and Freewrite. I hope to publish many, many more.

Follow along on Brie's writing journey on Substack, Instagram, or TikTok.

READ "HIGH HOLY DAYS" BY BRIE RIPLEY SPARKS

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I wish my mother could be a little less enthusiastic about losing weight from chemotherapy. Her sharp wrists and angular neck are trophies others remark upon. They look past her hair and eyebrows that are like hay carried away by a thunderstorm and ask if she’s doing keto or mediterranean.Β 

The world is mesmerized by shrinking things. Mini candy bars, happy meal toys, tiny dogs that fit inside a purse, dollhouses, adults who weigh as much as children.Β 

My mother wants me to go on Ozempic. I sit next to her hospital bed, and she wraps her wisp of a hand around my thick, pulsing wrist. She asks me to dream of wearing matching bikinis on the shores of a tropical beach. She wants me to share in her religion, recite the sacred text: Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.Β 

But chemo has rubbed her tastebuds down to a dull throb, so what does she know about it anyway?Β 

She dozes off as evening begins to creep. The TV mounted to the wall across from the bed plays a muted rerun of Friends, the one where Monica wears a fatsuit. She is half my size, at least. I turn off the TV, let go of my mother’s hand, and head toward the cafeteria.Β 

I examine limp premade salads, gray tuna fish sandwiches, and an unmanned make-your-own smoothie station. Eating dinner here doesn’t leave me with much of an appetite. Maybe I don’t need weight loss medication after all, I can just skulk the halls and wonder how much time we have left together.Β 

How much of that time will my mother spend wishing there was less of me?Β 

How much less of her can there be before she disappears?Β 

A nurse is checking her vitals when I return to the room. My mother looks at me, laughs softly, and asks the nurse, Can you believe she used to fit inside of me?Β 

I think of how we must have been, her warm body encasing mine like a bacon-wrapped date. I wonder if she ate hot fudge sundaes when she was pregnant with me. I wonder if there is a single moment of her life where she didn’t feel terrified of her body.Β 

My mother is a ghost and it’s the proudest she’s ever been, her deathbed victory lap. Somewhere, Jenny Craig sheds a tear and whispers into the ether, It’s not just about losing weight; it's about gaining life.