Brandon Nephew
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Wrong Address?
It all began as a “normal” day for me. Wake up, drink hot coffee, dress up, feed my cat, off to work. Only today was different. At 8 AM I heard a soft knock at the door. I fling the door open to my apartment to find a brown paper-wrapped box. The dimension of the box looked small and lightweight. It had no address except a tag that sinisterly wrote in bold black letters “24 hours”. I quickly look to my left and see a dark cloaked figure making its way down the steps clear across the building. The box in hand I dashed down the hall attempting to confront the person.
By Brandon Nephew3 years ago in Fiction
The Desperate Plea
Fictional Writing with meaningful writing I have been dead for what 4 days now. Man, it feels like an eternity. Well when you’re dead you can’t age, right? Anyway, I have supposedly died in my sleep. Now you may think that it’s the most comfortable. No! It is still painful as if you were awake. Your spirit being sucked out of your body is painful. Imagine it like an empire state building-sized bandaid ripping off your arm. Yeah. So it seems according to the dead rule book I received on my way up is that I need to stay here. In this building. This rotten building. The place where I died building.
By Brandon Nephew3 years ago in Motivation
The Doomsday Locket
Day 16 In The Dark Apocalypse Fifteen days ago the world collapsed. One moment it’s peaceful, the next corruption. Corruption became lawlessness, then lawlessness became anarchy. The Doomsday Locket protected everyone from the darkness that brought about the end of the human race as we knew it.
By Brandon Nephew3 years ago in Fiction