Paul Brennan
Bio
Just an aspiring writer is all.
Stories (3/0)
I Company
December 19, 1944 its cold and we were hungry, the sun had come up and reminded us that we weren’t home and somewhere near Bastogne. I remember smoking a cigarette in the cold winds as the fog was coming in. You only saw white from the snow covering the ground and it just meant today was going to be colder.
By Paul Brennan3 years ago in Serve
That Thing
It has been many years since the day I came across the small figure within the small shop of San Francisco’s Chinatown. Chinatown is full of shops with numerous items for tourists to collect and to bring home to wherever they may have hailed from. It was in one such shop that I came across that small figurine. A black stone carving of unknown determined origin whose intricate carving work had not fared well with time. Two inches wide and a few inches tall, three or four at most. At first, I thought it was a curious stamp face for the numerous calligraphy items to be purchased as many stalls boasted one or the other of the chirographical itinerary. Each stamp press was to denote an end to the letters as the author's signature. Or to be used to create a wax seal for the reader to easily note who had sent them the parchment. Along the rows of the shop’s offerings were the standard factory-made fans and numerous stainless-steel offerings for those of a martial taste in eccentric wants.
By Paul Brennan3 years ago in Horror
A night in the woods
His breath pushed downward as he exhaled through his nose in the fire light. The amber hew coloring everything as Wynne pulled his arms tighter to ward off the cold. It was doing nothing but make him feel even more chilled than previously. Across from the small campfire was the older of their group. An aged and battle-hardened fighter who didn’t heed the chill air, but busied himself with the care and maintenance of his short sword. Ahroun studied his blade with a scrutinized look of mild contempt before he sighed and continued.
By Paul Brennan3 years ago in Humans