Bradley Ramsey
Bio
Lover of dogs, gaming, and long walks on the beach. Content Marketing Manager by day, aspiring writer by night. Long time ghostwriter, finally stepping into the light. Alone, we cannot change this world, but we can create better ones.
Stories (56/0)
The Carmine Canvas
The alley smelled like piss and garbage. I took a long drag from my cigarette as I stared at the wall in front of me. Street art was common in this city, some of it was even good. This one was different, though. After all, street art usually isn’t signed with a blood splatter.
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Horror
Reaping the Whirlwind
Part one: The Broadcast Becky sat beside her colleagues in silence, looking up at the monitors showing the cameras covering the nightly news. Tonight’s broadcast was consumed only by camera three, with the anchors providing a small introduction.
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Horror
From Here to Infinity
Walter stood silent as he watched the plume of smoke and fire rising into the horizon. His eyes were fixed on a colony ship, carrying the hopes and dreams of the human race. Carrying the lucky souls who earned a second chance on another world.
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Fiction
A Soul, Bound to Steel
Hello there traveler! Take a seat by the fire and warm yourself. You are in the company of Finton Merrybrook, the greatest storyteller in all of D’veen! You may have heard about my tales upon the winds that carry them across this dying world.
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Fiction
The Eternal Hunt
“To break this oath is to scorn the Faceless God and its spawn, Oath breakers shall be hunted from dusk to dawn, When their blood is spilled, their punishment begins anew, Death and its sweet release shall offer no respite for you…” - Excerpt from the Oath of the Forgotten Children
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Fiction
Meditation, Mindfulness, and Mirror Realms
Most people can deal with the stress of daily life, but I’m not one of those people. I have my fair share of personal demons, usually in the form of drugs and alcohol, but at a certain point not even numbing myself works.
By Bradley Ramsey2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes From The Abyss
I promised myself I would never go back. Wilmont, that sleepy coastal town in the northeast, nestled somewhere between Massachusetts and infinity. Perched on the edge of endless waves and always steeped in a thick layer of fog, regardless of the season.
By Bradley Ramsey3 years ago in Fiction