Branden Kerr
Stories (7/0)
Cathartic Thoughts and Bold Mountain
Mountain big and bold, That heals my heart from sorrow, A true friend you are. Thanks everybody so much for reading. This is a simple poem and my entry for the Mountain High-Ku challenge. It'd be awesome to read some of the native Japanese poems and interpret them in their own language. I imagine there is some history with the creation of the high-ku, and am curious if Japanese, as a language, lends itself better to these unique poems as I know their grammar, and word structure is different. Language is fascinating, that's a definite!
By Branden Kerrabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Legend
As Melisandre Carpathian climbed the rocky cliff, with babe clutched in hand, knowing she could never return to the Forgotten Keep where her King, and her queenship resided, she tried to stifle the tears. Wracked with dread, bloodied and scraped from her twilight escape, she pushed the emotions into the void, knowing all the while that her only chance was Zanthor's hopeful mercy.
By Branden Kerrabout a year ago in Fiction
Trials of Apprehension
"HELLPPP!" yelled another voice from the scanning room. If it wasn't for the bold primary-colored magazines, mini waterfall tumbling over plastic rocks and Sally smiling away behind the counter one might think themselves in a horror film.
By Branden Kerrabout a year ago in Fiction
A Regretful Blunder
It was a warm August afternoon as Sean Lanford sat feeling rather sad at the edge of the ravine that overlooked the Satakin River and its surrounding valley. It was nearly 2 years since his grandfather died, and he wondered if the hikers below – who all seemed to be having the time of their lives – still had their best friend to talk to when they got sad.
By Branden Kerrabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dragon
The wind was steady under the bright blue sky; the air fresh and stark; it was a sickly-sweet scent only ocean could provide. Zahara flapped boastful wings and sucked wagon loads of breath through flaring nostrils as she barreled to the sea, her wings contracting into a spiral dive as she speared the crisp waters of the Arasolak.
By Branden Kerrabout a year ago in Fiction