Brennan Johnston
Bio
Hello everyone! My name is Brennan Johnston and I am an amateur writer and avid reader. I tend to write mostly in the Horror/Fantasy genres, I'm here on Vocal to see if there's any interest in my work.
Stories (3/0)
Sheila
He was running the vacuum cleaner when the phone rang. A large grumpy looking man made his way across the derelict office. Endless piles of paper work lay on or below nearly every surface all but framing the room. A rug ran down the centre of it from door to window, and despite a few recent stains remained all but pristine. This had been thanks Sheila (well the clean parts anyway) the man's assistant; who he hadn't seen for at least a week.
By Brennan Johnston4 years ago in Criminal
Creatures of Embyria
Creatures of Embyria Kaylyn lay awake, staring out the window of the makeshift hospital room, overlooking the peaceful sleeping city of Embyra. The moon was full tonight, it illuminated far into the distance. She could make out the Watchmen walking the ramparts and the faint glow of fire from the war waging just beyond the city walls. Running her hand across the bandages around her head feeling for the wound underneath, she thought of her friends and comrades still out there fighting and longed to join them again. She prayed for their safety and that they would survive the night. She sat in a room with three other wounded soldiers. They were survivors of the most recent battle against the Shathi Tribesmen. In the bed opposite her slept Joven, a small wiry man from the South lands. He sustained major slash wounds across his chest and arms. Kaylyn remembered being awoken by his pleading with medics that he could still fight as they were being carted away from the battlefield to the relative safety Embyra. There was also Kade, a man Kaylyn didn't know beyond that he'd worked logistics and somehow suffered a leg injury. Finally, there was Bando, who was large thickly muscled and stood a head taller than any other man she'd ever seen. He was renowned as one of the fiercest warriors in the Embyrian army, a veteran of dozens of battles. Naturally she was surprised to find him among the injured.
By Brennan Johnston4 years ago in Horror
Bobo the Clown
The clown business sure isn't what it used to be, thought Bobo taking the last drag off his cigarette before throwing it out the window of his all but broken-down Volkswagen Bug. You're gonna be a fuckin' star you know that? he said looking at his reflection in the rear-view mirror. He adjusted his big red nose and dirty bow tie, turning his face side to side. His caked-on makeup was already beginning to run down onto his clothes. Bobo wiped it on his hand, the white paint smearing on his dry cracked skin. The clown gave a wide smile full of crooked yellow teeth and picked a bit of who knows what out before putting on his stained gloves and leaning into the door to open it. One more for good luck! he reached over to the floor of the passenger side, rummaging through some trash, picking up a bottle and holding it up - Empty! he cursed as he threw it over his shoulder into the backseat. The clang of glass hitting glass echoed in the small car. He eventually found what he was looking for, a grime covered bottle of gin, A little bit of liquid courage! He picked off some hair, spun the cap off and drank deeply, Gulp... Gulp...Gulp... ahhhh that's the stuff! Woo! These kids aren't ready for you Bobo! Nobody can do what you do! it was his usual pump up speech. He leaned back over to the door and with a hard push and a loud creek it swung open and Bobo fell out of the car and onto the street, towards his next gig.
By Brennan Johnston4 years ago in Horror