Brent Harris
Bio
writer of genre stuff...
Stories (3/0)
Apostate
It was about a quarter past seven and the sun just started to touch the horizon line when I saw him. I was sitting out on my front porch chair, finishing off the last of my tobacco and there he was. I had heard people talking about him in the feed store, whispers in the church house, but to actually see him was something else! Seeing him like this was different, it was kinda scary.
By Brent Harris3 years ago in Horror
The Incident at Bushmaster Ranch
THE INCIDENT AT BUSHMASTER RANCH Some say it was the elevation, others say the clean air, all I know is they were among the best out there. People would come from all over the world to buy my Grandfather’s horses because they were the best. I remember spending summers as a young girl at my Grandfather’s ranch up in the mountains of Flagstaff Arizona. I remember his sprawling one hundred acre ranch like it was the back of my hand. All the nooks and crannies, all the hills, all the creeks that would vain through the land. I loved it there, and I loved my Grandfather.
By Brent Harris3 years ago in Horror
“Came Back Like a Slow Voice on a Wave of Phase”
“Came Back Like a Slow Voice on a Wave of Phase” Celestial Date: RL.8-25.32 ENTRY 153,867.159 We have been traveling through the vastness of this unknown space for who knows how long now. All I know is that out of the 1.2 million of us that boarded this vessels in hopes of finding a habitable place for us to start anew, fewer than 100,000 of us remain. We were all forced to abandon our home planet out of necessity, our resources were depleted, our planet was overheating, nothing would grow, and the storms...the storms had become unbearable. Sometimes they would go on for months on end. We knew our time was up there so we came to the conclusion that we needed to look for a new planet.
By Brent Harris3 years ago in Fiction