Kent Brindley
Bio
Smalltown guy from Southwest Michigan
Lifelong aspiring author here; complete with a few self-published works always looking for more.
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Stories (154/0)
Mystica
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The showy nightly display was a sign of hope for the future of Mystica; a future still left for the youth of the enchanted realm. It also happened too late in the evening for the youths to really enjoy it. However, if midnight was too late for young eyes to behold the spectacle of the cloud dance, then those old enough to enjoy it were just too old and jaded to appreciate it anymore.
By Kent Brindley17 days ago in Fiction
Lostworld
In the vastness of space, no one can hear you scream. The events of the day had proven as much to Captain John Casey, abandoned on a one way Skimmer ride back to Lostworld and a time in the past that he could not control. But in the passage of time, could one man change HISTORY...?
By Kent Brindley21 days ago in Fiction
Hello, Walls...
If the walls of the off-campus housing unit could talk, they would have many twisted, sordid tales to share. In its rich history, it had seen so many new residents; on average, its lease changed hands every couple of semesters. As for what the walls, door, and floors of the second story walk up went through...
By Kent Brindleyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Window Into War
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Seven year old Regan Osienna Ibram had thought to understand machinery and technology. It turned out that her favorite machines included computers, doorbell cameras, DVD players, or, her absolute favorite, radios; even an antiquated Tube TV or VCR. She had been foolish and what she appreciated were machines that she could control. Outside of the window of her half-sanctuary and half-prison was an army of machines who sought to control her; and all of humanity. She didn't necessarily appreciate machines; like so many other misguided people, she liked the aspect of control.
By Kent Brindley3 months ago in Fiction
Wonderful
Christmas Day; December 25. As a child, this was about waking up at the crack of dawn (and awakening your parents, to varying degrees of patience, as well) in a race for the tree to see what spoils awaited. I vividly remember the year in particular that I unwrapped three of LJN's "Thundercats" heroes and the four original "Real Ghostbusters" action figures from the "Kenner" line (I think it was 1987, because I have a vivid memory of my little sister being somewhere nearby and this may or may not have been the year that she had arrived on December 8th). Another vivid Christmas memory included the year that I unwrapped The Ghostbusters' "Firehouse Headquarters" and the NES with Super Mario/Duck Hunt whilst seated on my late Grandmother's living room floor.
By Kent Brindley3 months ago in Humans
Off to the Cabin
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin; Patti, Skeeter, Bebe, Chalkie, Connie, and, of course, me, Doug. Bebe's father co-owned a great AirBnB and the six of us were off for an ALL-EXPENSES PAID Winter vacation getaway between semesters. Finally; we were six friends off to a Winter Vacation get away TOGETHER!"
By Kent Brindley4 months ago in Fiction
