Yess Bryce
Bio
Currently halfway through my Creative Writing degree with Oregon State University, in an attempt to leave the cooking and farming world of work. Newly hired as a Contributor to Edible Magazine! It's working!
Stories (27/0)
Sunlight And Driving
The light was green, yet the car did not move. Honks arose from the vehicles behind him, and the woman in the passenger seat yelled for him to “DRIVE”. The light changed to yellow, then red. He looked at his passenger with tearing eyes. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t do it” and he waved his hands frantically to the traffic behind him. Angry stares and even angrier hand gestures greeted his gaze in the mirror.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Confessions
The Night Hike
This is based on a true story. The sky was clear that night, and the moon was bright. It made no difference what the weather was, rain or shine, they were going on their night hike and no one could tell them not to go. They were teenagers in a small town in the country, and trouble was under every rock and behind every branch.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Earth
How The Wild Sees Wildfire
It rained ash for days. Coating everything and making food and clean water scarce. She didn’t know what fire was, she had never seen it before, but she knew it wasn't good. The last few days she had just kept moving, away from the smoke that never seemed to quit. Her sensitive nose quivered and twitched, smoke filling her lungs. She coughed, and stamped her feet. The fire moved faster than a coyote, and she did her best to outrun it.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Fiction
Gardening
Holding the potted marigold close to her chest, she sighed softly. How would she ever find love, at this rate she would end up in prison before she ever ended up in a wedding dress. Let alone have a child with someone; she wondered how people find each other. Is it destiny and everything is laid out in advance? If that was the case she should give up trying, and accept that the damn flower bed was all she would ever have.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Earth
Shark Man
In the center of a large event tent, they were gathered around a plastic table covered in drugs. There was almost every flavour ready and available. A mirrored plate with white powder, decades before it would presumably be cocaine, but in that modern world of narcotics the choices were almost endless. The number of analog stimulants and concoctions were staggering, pun intended. Letting one's gaze wander the length of the table, the various piles of white, off white, yellow, and brown, were intimidating to say the least. Ketamine, 2-CB, speed, molly, sassafras. Pills, halves and crushed pieces littered the surface of the table everywhere, with no sense of organization. Glass pipes of all shapes and sizes, ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts, and little trays of marijuana and rolling papers. A vial of a sparkling liquid sat in the center, beside a small baggie of strangely curled fungus.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Fiction
Stitching Wings
I stitch wings and bones together with wire. I taught myself basic taxidermy, when I first began raising chickens. I am a Chef, and a farmer. At one point in my career of running kitchens, ordering ingredients, and writing menus, I realized the damage done by commercial agriculture, and I wished to make a difference in the world. I began studying sustainable agriculture in a community college, and learned about a man by the name of Joel Salatin. He is a pioneer in the world of poly phase farming. He stresses the importance of whole animal philosophy.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Earth
The Kind Butcher
He sat on the bus, some would say he looked forlorn and lost. He wasn’t either of those things though, he was worried. As worried as a ten year old boy could be. He clutched on his lap a small brown paper wrapped package, his knuckles white in their grip. He didn’t sit in the back, nor did he sit in the front of the bus. He sat somewhere in the middle, hoping no one would notice him.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Fiction
Death By Chocolate Cake
She was swimming in chocolate, thick and heavy, her arms barely moving through the congealing sauce. She struggled, and sank deeper into the brown mire. Kicking her legs furiously, she kept her chin above the undulating surface, slow waves lapping at her neck and ears. This was how she would die, she thought. Drowning in a river of chocolate, like Augustus Gloop in the chocolate factory. What a way for a food critic to go, she moaned into her slick and slippery grave.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Fiction
The Tiniest Bunny of Ever
It has been a long time, that I have wished to write a children’s story. There are two young men in this world that know first hand the style with which I write, and they are forever an inspiration. We would lay in their bunk beds when they were little, all akimbo, and they would shout topics at me. “Green Dragon! No! Red Dragon!” “Puppies!” “Pink Balloons!”. Invariably, they would not agree, and I would be gently forced by their plaintive sweet voices, to make up TWO bedtime stories. These were some of the best days of my entire life, and I am thankful for the experiences of storytelling, and childlike wonder. So, as I am unable to decide on a topic today, I will show you how I would weave a web of bedtime story fun, and dedicate these two stories to my two favourite little dudes.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Petlife
