Brannan K.
Bio
****Vivid prose and thrills****
Favorite Reads:
Terry Brooks - The Shannara Trilogy
J.R.R.Tolkien - Lord of the Rings
James Rollins - Ice Hunt
Ernest Hemingway - The Sun Also Rises
Cormac McCarthy - Blood Meridian
Stories (12/0)
The Pedestrian
The forward floodlight cast the early morning darkness backwards. Remnants of shadows clutched the trunks of the tall pines just off the roadway. The snowfall was light, but seemed heavier and faster than it really was as the Durango sped along the winding mountain highway. The strobing red and blues added an eerie tinge to the world. Inside the cab, a small ding sounded; Clay glanced at the instrument cluster and saw the temperature outside had just dropped to 25-degrees Fahrenheit.
By Brannan K.3 months ago in Horror
- Top Story - February 2024
Indomitable
Morning, April 6th, 1945 - Thousands of feet above Okinawa, Japan The Mitsubishi A6M Zero's single-prop engine hummed like a finely tuned fury as it sliced in and out of cloud cover at nearly three-hundred miles per hour. Ensign Tijo Hakawa flew straight and level, mindfully keeping his position in the staggered attack formation. He sped through the wisping towers and spires of white, flanked by his countrymen. They flew so closely together that their fierce and determined stares were visible through glass cockpits. Visages were limned by the orange and yellow and amber rays shot forth by the rising sun as they flew east toward the shoreline. They were the first gust of seven Divine Winds that would sally forth and repel the invaders that morning.
By Brannan K.about a year ago in Fiction
The Nameless
The summer air was stifling, but began to cool rapidly as the evening drew to a close, aided by the sultry breezes that swept over the rolling and verdant fields of the region from the nearby Mediterranean waters. This junction where vast expanses of fertile farmland met the endless horizon of the sea made Puglia some of the most desirable, productive, and picturesque land in all of Italy. Though on this early August's eve, the peaceful calm and serenity belied an impending decimation the likes of which the Earth and its denizens - who had all too often displayed their propensity for conquest, subjugation, and violence - had yet to witness. The lurking devastation and brutality, ever brought about by the machinations of the few and the powerful, would soon be carried out by the blade, and by the spear, and by the arrow, of the many nameless and unfortunate souls at their command.
By Brannan K.about a year ago in Fiction
Flay
Carve your insides out, Macabre beauty, I know you, Deeper than you did.
By Brannan K.about a year ago in Poets
