Dan Brawner
Stories (53/0)
Rites of Spring
Signs were all around. Spring was in the air and new days of sunshine were surfacing everywhere. The darkness and agony of the past months were now just that...in the past. The fragrance was coming into the home as it never had before. Leisure time was past as well. The days were few. The workers few for now, but growing. The time for labor was at hand.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Earth
The Count
My lovely Mina Do you remember the dream I told you of in our previous communique? Well, it accosted me once again the very next night. Two nights in a row mind you. Two nights in a row I saw it. It was always at the same place on the horizon. And with the wind behind it, it was moving straight toward me. When I awoke that second morning I decided to investigate further. I looked into it through my brand-new set of Encyclopedia Britannica and discovered the vessel I had been dreaming of was a schooner.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Horror
The Creek
Creeks are strange creatures! They are usually nothing but stinking, mud-filled gullies, more likely to produce mosquitoes and water moccasins than bass or brim or crappie. It’s likely in your average, shallow creek that a person wouldn’t even be able to work up a decent dog-paddle. But for some reason, young boys are drawn to creeks like flies to a moldy peach.
By Dan Brawner3 years ago in Families