Brandy Stewart
Bio
The sailors say I'm a fine girl. Graphic designer, illustrator, writer, reader, gamer, dreamer, storyteller. I make things and care about them. My life exists somewhere between painfully logical and lost in an overly complicated daydream.
Stories (16/0)
Bumper Stickers
There are ways to enhance your car through modifications and design, giving you a more aesthetically pleasing vehicle and maybe you’ll suddenly be able to pick up chicks. Alternatively, you can just slap a bumper sticker on the back with a quirky, ironic saying or support for some politician more crooked than your place job of said sticker or a proclamation that you honk for a specific deity.
By Brandy Stewart10 months ago in Fiction
Shining/Parallel
When you look up at the night sky, how do you feel? Some find themselves feeling like giants, able to mask out a mass of energy with just the tip of their finger. Most don't even think about it much. When I looked up, I felt entirely insignificant. Was I just lucky to see the stars? Most of the time, it was hard to differentiate stars from planes and skyscrapers.
By Brandy Stewart10 months ago in Fiction
A Doctor's Office, an Old Lady with Oranges, and a Bicyclist
After only ten minutes of waiting, I began to shift uncomfortably in the chair. Ten minutes was not an awfully long time to wait in a doctor’s office, I knew that. Dad was slouched back in the chair, glancing through one of the magazines from the coffee table in the middle of the room. It was a magazine about geography. I knew my dad had no interest in geography. He was merely looking for company with anyone other than me, even if they were dull words and glossy images on a page. That’s why he kept looking up every now and then to look at me with a small smile, to illustrate how amused he was at landscapes and jungles. Dad must have imagined being in those places, where they don’t have boring sons.
By Brandy Stewart11 months ago in Fiction
