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 (187/0)
We, the Vocalites, SPEAK!
Wow; what a crazy couple of months the "Vocal" community has had! We have had our requests; and Vocal has been LISTENING! +So many of Vocal's contributors (namely, me) normally master in FICTION and needed an easy place to pigeonhole "Fiction" into the Vocal community (without always calling it "Parody," "Journal," or "Fact or Fiction"). Enter the brand new "FICTION" community and a summer's worth of challenges to promote it.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Journal
Pardon Me For a Moment of Your Time...
"Who's sorry now???" (Patsy Cline). "...But I think it's about (Forgiveness, Forgive..." (Don Henley) "...me, I know not what I do! Please FORGIVE ME, I..." (Bryan Adams) "...'m sorry I'm bad; I'm sorry you're blue! I'm sorry about all the things I said..." (Buckcherry). "...Too late to apologize; it's too laaaaaate!" (OneRepublic)
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Confessions
What's In a Name...?
A person's name could very well be their single most important identifying trait. It's the identifier that we use when introducing ourselves around. (Albeit, that I am beginning to have a problem remembering to place a name with a face; and others are prone to butchering my first name without my even hearing the mishap [Ken, Brent, Curt, Brett, Kenneth, etc.]).
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Humans
NEW MOTU
Spoiler alert: "I am a HUGE He-Man Fan!" I'm either DIRECTLY quoting Kevin Smith, the director of his new pet project, "Masters of the Universe: Revelations;" or I'm giving an HONEST assessment of my OWN love for the franchise. (Albeit that it was in its rerun phase before I could discover it).
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Geeks
A Pear For a Pair
”Grab THAT pear; it looks perfect!” I was standing on a picnic table in the campus courtyard. A pear tree hung overhead, and Liz McIntosh had pointed out her perfect pear for us to share. I diligently possibly bucked campus decorum and did pluck the luscious piece of fruit. Liz nodded her appreciation and took a seat as I split the pear in half. There WAS something slightly romantic about splitting a single pear between us.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
The Journey Back
Kenneth and Daniel Myles had wrapped up a rather quiet lunch date over tacos, bullfights, and admiring college beauties from two separate places in their lives. It had been...good...for Kenny to finally actually meet his father after most of a lifetime only judging the absent man by his mother's reports. Kenny had tried to ask his father what had happened between the couple at around the time that their meals finally arrived. It was, from there, decided that that conversation didn't need the audience of other restaurant patrons. Instead, Daniel Myles now cradled a picture album filled with his son's childhood memories and the pair had at least met up for lunch. Since Daniel had left the home while Kenneth was barely two years old, this was the aspiring college freshman's lasting memory now...
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
Green Beam
The prison was well lit and surrounded by every electronic security measure for Zoe Stollin to feed off of. The Living Lazer's cell was pitch dark and windowless, with the nearest electric source being the power lock. Stollin was 22 years old and a super-villain meant to be feared by others; she didn't fear the dark. The Living Lazer dreaded the insult of being locked away in a cell that reduced her to a common delinquent.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
Bull Fights and Dad Dates
This would have been the day that Liz McIntosh, the cute sorority hopeful from my Freshman Seminar class, had been willing to have lunch with me. I had received another phone call that very morning, prompting me to change our plans. Liz was as understanding as she could be when I phoned in my regrets to inquire about changing to dinner instead. However, the sorority did events at night that sort of required the pledge hopefuls to attend; but we could do breakfast in the morning.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction