Bronson Fleet

Joined February 2021

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First Place in The Mystery Box Challenge

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In Medias Res
PART ONE December 17, 2008 The room was silent except for the whisper of the oven as it warmed her dinner from the kitchen and the soft snore of her neighbor through the paper-thin walls. She had hardly moved for the past three days since coming home from the hospital; replaying over and over in her mind her mother’s last words.
By Bronson Fleet27 days ago in Fiction
All the Pretty Stars
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She loved the window best in the nighttime. When the rusted and gray world outside was blanketed by darkness, and she could see all of the orange and yellow stars zooming across the horizon.
By Bronson Fleet3 months ago in Futurism
Campfire Stories
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin." The men groaned. "John, that's romance man. Why the hell is it that when we're trying to talk dirty you always gotta be so romantic?"
By Bronson Fleet4 months ago in Fiction
First Place in The Mystery Box Challenge
Outside Looking InFirst Place in The Mystery Box Challenge
Everett dove to the ground so quickly that he knocked the wind from himself. He lay there, hardly able or willing to breathe as he waited for the man with the rifle to raise the alarm.
By Bronson Fleet4 months ago in Fiction
Of the Shadow
It was twenty years ago now, I was working up in Oregon. A state mental hospital. I was fresh outta nursing school, and nursing was a different field back then. I had interviewed a couple of places but every time I went in and sat down the doctor or administrator looked at me funny. I suppose it was because I’m a man and back then it was different. But I interviewed at this mental hospital in Oregon and they didn’t have that look on their face when I sat down so I took the job.
By Bronson Fleet5 months ago in Fiction
Emergence
It was the smell, mostly, that made today different. The Elder, as the beings of his race called themselves, had made this flight a thousand times over ten thousand years, but never in any of them had that putrid aroma reached him from so far away the destination. And never so intensely. So concentrated. Like fetid, rotten, electricity reduced into solution and then gulped down in one swallow.
By Bronson Fleet5 months ago in Fiction
The Crowned Pauper
The soft tapping had not stopped since she first came. Her and her cataclysmic, ruinous, fatal pet. It began with a curled fist tapping on my bolted door and then continued long after upon the window of my bedroom.
By Bronson Fleetabout a year ago in Horror
Tin Can
The navy blue Ford pickup, with a white roof and rusted bed, rambled down the road through the gray, wide-open country. Its 300,000-mile engine announced its approach long before it came into view, and its memory only faded after it was miles gone.
By Bronson Fleetabout a year ago in Fiction
5 of the Best Songs to End a Film
I remember the first time I heard Darth Vader's theme (The Imperial March) when I first watched Star Wars as a child. Not who I was with neccessarily, or the exact time of night, but I remember the way my heart began to beat a little faster, and the slight feeling of dread that grew in me when Darth Vader's helmet appeared on-screen.
By Bronson Fleetabout a year ago in Beat
The Worm
I am the stalker in the night. A hunter of meat. Creeping I go, crawling. Hands and knees. Quiet as the grave, jaws set wide. At the faintest whisper, I come alive.
By Bronson Fleet2 years ago in Horror
The Family Crest
Hate is a fickle thing. It can sustain the weak and caress the lonely on the darkest nights, and all it demands in return is submission. But when the object of one’s hate is lost it vanishes like the sun in winter and leaves you cold and empty.
By Bronson Fleet2 years ago in Humans