Brandon

Joined May 2022

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I have no compelling reason that you should read my work beyond possessing a life-long appreciation for the written (and spoken) word and desire to add something to the world of literature, however small my corner of that world may be.

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Newton's Second Law
I am currently an unstable object in motion-- a rock tossed and washed in a thundering ocean, thrown by patience and pain in unequal measure,
By Brandon2 years ago in Poets
The Long Way Home
As with most good stories, this one started with a girl. The American Midwest has never been praised for its sweeping landscapes, unless one assumes that anything worth looking at got swept west and piled up against the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. On the other side of the Rockies, nestled comfortably in the Sierra Nevada is a small town. This small town was home to a girl, and it seemed a romantic sort of town to me.
By Brandon2 years ago in Wander
The Migrant Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Then again, there wasn't always a valley either. Old Cob blamed the gods. One could never tell with the old archiver if he was spinning one of his stories or actually reciting some half-buried myth. He wasn't quite all there anymore, that Old Cob. He blamed that bit on the actual dragons. But, according to him, the gods had made a bet in their infancy as to which of them could most quickly gather a thousand believers. The only stipulation was that they were not allowed to inflict physical harm or physical pleasure on anyone. Everything else was fair game. Caprice had fiddled with the technicalities. Although she had not actually harmed anyone, she had split the earth in two, and those who had managed to survive claimed to have seen the figure of a woman--the gargantuan form of an unclothed woman whose head split the clouds as they blew past her--strike her palm against the ground outside a heavily populated town. And as the earth swallowed the lives and livelihoods of a thousand people, the vision was cemented in the memories of the survivors and the story soon spread. The name Caprice could soon be heard on the lips of thousands more.
By Brandon2 years ago in Fiction
Ode to a Mother
I can't chew spearmint gum without tasting leather purses and church pews. I can't experience a hot summer night without remembering the build-your-own chef salads we made growing up because we couldn't afford air-conditioning and there was no way in h-e-double hockey stocks that we were turning the oven on.
By Brandon2 years ago in Confessions

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Newton's Second Law

The Long Way Home

The Migrant Dragon

Ode to a Mother

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