It did nothing but listen. Sitting there, glowing with a faint level of power, it listened to mankind. Throughout all recorded time, it stood as a stalwart ear for the world’s secrets. It pondered and gleamed what humankind did not know even about itself. Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing
Poem: This Is Magic, Surely
When we press a button,
And something more,
Then what you would expect from a button,
Happens,
Then that’s magic, Continue reading
Poem: Horror Story
I suppose the way to tell,
At the end of the day,
If I have written good horror,
If I am making something that will scare others, Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Nighttime Headlights
He was closer at the time. That, I think, was the only reason I survived, and Herb didn’t. Like a hungry animal, the trick is simply to be the second slowest. Though what was chasing us was not an animal—I’m not sure what it was.
What we could see of it for certain was a light. We were out walking our city at night, a bit drunk, a little exhausted from all the dancing, but mostly calm, chipper, and riding that buzz of a good party, when a light came from behind us. Two of them, shining with a slight orange tint. Continue reading
Poem: Soreness
My muscles are not burning,
They did that already,
They are not like meat,
They are simply wood. Continue reading
Poem: Running Again
It had been a little while,
Since I last ran,
And wow, did my legs forget.
My arms too— Continue reading
Writing Is Simpler Than That
Storytelling is simpler than we let it be. What we consider cliché, what we consider trite or overdone, will work if it’s good storytelling. It’s the reason that superhero stories can have the same plot across the board but still succeed.
What is a structure, if not a template? What is a bacon cheeseburger, if not the same ingredients each time? Continue reading
That Hustling Music
Lately, I’ve noticed a genre of music I enjoy—but cannot place what it is called. The tracks don’t seem to exist under a unified style, but all have one thing in common: they are about hustling.
And by hustling, I mean working a lot for money. Songs that seem tailored to the ideals of the entrepreneur. Continue reading
Poem: Pollenated Air Of Doom
Yay,
It’s pollen time again,
Time for the screaming void—
To claim my eye-based friends, Continue reading
Hey, What Happened To Brandon?
Hello everyone! I wanted to explain myself.
So, I don’t know if you noticed, but I haven’t been able to keep up with my usual posting schedule, and when I do put up something it’s a poem or similar that’s short and easy to write. Continue reading
Poem: Waterlogged Risen
This bubbling purple,
In the slime muck,
Sliding out of the swamp,
With bugs cascading around the creature’s flesh, Continue reading
Poem: The World of Books
I remember that feeling of the shelves,
The walking through them like a forest of dust,
That smell and that particle,
The quiet of it all. Continue reading
Microfiction: The Lake In Another Place
Above me, the tree is letting loose its streamers, its confetti. It’s drifting down the crinkled orange leaves and depositing them upon the water. I take a long sigh, not in frustration, but a release of everything that is not this peaceful moment.
My phone rings gently against my hip, and I check who’s calling. Continue reading
Microfiction: The Puddle
In the water, something swam along. It was entirely and fully unaware of its position—but it lived it all the same.
In the air, a person with not much to do and little interest in matters of her own life walked along, looking at her feet. Continue reading
Poem: Demons of Hell
Stretching to either side of the head,
Red and with a skin not affected by fire,
Standing with his claws outstretched, Continue reading
Coolerbs Writes 