Qwill R. Brennan
Bio
I write stories, not much to say. I enjoy playing with reality. Writing more weird stories like twilight zone-type stuff. I’ve recently been diving into horror as of late.
Stories (21/0)
its just a Horse fly:chapter 2
Vivian looked around the store an odd confusion setting in her mind. She felt awful as she sat. Like she just got hit by a semi-truck. Like she just drowned in a pool. that’s when Vivian realized she wasn't at home. she was in trader joes. A person sat next to her, on their shirt a name tag that read 'Lux.' Vivian tapped the person's shoulder.
By Qwill R. Brennan3 years ago in Horror
The Man on The Sidewalk: chapter 2
Brian sat on the bed doing his best to keep his composure as he looked around the nurses' office. Brian had been here before a multitude of times when he got sick. The small room seemed to have gotten smaller as the school nurse looked at Brian annoyed.
By Qwill R. Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
Killer Lovin: episode 2
Rick fumbled his way downstairs soon greeted by a bunch of cameras. his eyes slowly moved to Chas, as he sat in a green bathrobe playing the guitar. a thoughtful look on his face as his hazel eyes stared into the woods outside. Rick moves quietly through the kitchen, careful not to disturb him. Chas turned to see Rick as he was grabbing a bowl of cereal.
By Qwill R. Brennan3 years ago in Horror
It's Just a Horse Fly: chapter 1
The rain was a devastating thing, destroying cars, and people, bringing them back to the earth they originally came from. some were lucky enough to Jam themselves into the nearest building avoiding the catastrophe. Vivian Cheever was such a lucky case as she hid in trader Joe’s. listening to her music. the only means she had to distract herself from the agonizing screams of civilians. Her phone rang begging for her to pick up.
By Qwill R. Brennan3 years ago in Horror
The Man on The Sidewalk: chapter 1
Life was normal for Brian Otten. At least as normal as it could be for a kid like Otten. Be forced out of bed by mom, brush teeth, get food, catch the bus, meet up with friends. Today really was like any other, as he laughed about a drawing luke drew of Toad as a toad Jumping into a pile of poop. The true principle of comedy. Toad disagreed though, snatching the drawing from Brian's hands.
By Qwill R. Brennan3 years ago in Horror
Killer Lovin: episode 1
Rick watched the clouds pass by his front seat window each seeming to dance towards the jet's final destination. He still couldn't believe he, Rick Frickerson, had finally been accepted as a contestant on Killer Lovin. it felt bizarre it felt unreal. He didn't think it was possible.
By Qwill R. Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
The Day The Sky Broke
It was a normal day, like any other, people bustling through the semi-busy streets. Waiting for their next paycheck, trying to survive, and attempting to play a broken guitar they don't know how to play. Well, at least that's what Brylow Rivas was going through, as he strummed faulty cord after faulty cord. He was normally very good with instruments. However, the guitar was one of his weakest skills. He had yet to become famous. For now, he found himself stuck in his parents’ basement playing outside of an ice cream shop. As the general manager filled out an application to get on some stupid reality show. As a random kid would flip him off from the safety of a school bus. As a woman driving a horse-drawn carriage would try to avoid eye contact, You see dear reader, this story isn't about Brylow, Or managers auditioning for dating shows, or random children, or judgemental horse riders.
By Qwill R. Brennan3 years ago in Horror
The Marigold
I remember I was walking, I was walking through the city. Watching each color pass me by. Black, white, black, white, black, white. Each hue tainting my soul, each color burning into my brain, such was life. That's how it was, how many think it was meant to be.
By Qwill R. Brennan3 years ago in Fiction