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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Personal Playlist Zone
Hi there. Man with eclectic music taste speaking (I also fancy myself a karaoker; and neither Rockband 4 nor my MP3 Player have dropped their job performance to tell me, rather rudely, to "stick to my day job." Rude people think they're being clever by saying those exact words; and word people stink. [Wails out {Take On Me/Joy To the World/She Drives Me Crazy/Don't Take the Girl/Bringing on the Heartbreak/etc.}]).
By Kent Brindleyabout 10 hours ago in Beat
Confessions
"...You didn't!" "Well, yeah, I...I kinda did." "With him?" "...Look, I told you that I'm bisexual and polyamorous. You were cool with that before." "Yeah; like you'd hook-up with a woman and I'd therefore...kind of, you know...have two girlfriends at one time."
By Kent Brindley13 days ago in Fiction
The Test
It was the final day of my training in the mystic arts. Family, friends, and elders from all around Mystica had come out to support this momentous day. I had been rather proud of my progress in the magic arts and was ready to demonstrate for the masses as my final trial. My day, however, was interrupted by a meddlesome rival named Helbreth...
By Kent Brindley21 days ago in Fiction
FIRST FLIGHT
Bryan Clark led the way, enveloped in what seemed to be a perfectly natural (to him) blaze, leaving little flame trails in his dust. Adam and Ellis Eve, the twins, were translucent images of their human states, thereby seeming so much lighter; and, either way, it just looked cool to see them flying about as little more than phantoms. Angela Riese (aptly enough, given her beauty and majesty) had sprouted angel wings. A falcon always soaring near her immediate vicinity added to her aura of majesty. Corey Gould seemed to be made of gold and had adopted a golden platform to buzz around on. Vance Artex's lower body had seemed to disappear into a twister that didn't even disturb his stupid cowboy hat to remind us of his place of origins (as if his cringey accent didn't give him away). Then there was me; a homely, portly sixteen-year-old highschool sophomore who's class's highest social castes always did equate to (aptly enough) a blimp.
By Kent Brindley2 months ago in Fiction
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 Brindley3 months 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 Brindley3 months 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 Brindley4 months ago in Fiction
