Brandie Goff
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A magician who loves poetry, travel, and house music.
Sometimes writing is my therapy.
Sometimes writing is my fantasy.
Which world do you want to explore?
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Behind the Mask
VANCE It was half-past ten when he saw her, this gorgeous woman with a stark air of mystery. Foreign in every way, it almost seemed strange to see her in the city. Not the soft strange like the pistachio and lavender scented candle you’re gifted on your birthday, but the hard kind of strange that made every eye divert in its direction and linger. She wore an oversized hoodie and a ‘black lives matter’ mask to hide her face, but he could still see her freckled cheeks and chuck hazel eyes from his vantage point. The brown heels of her black boots sent echoes across the pavement. The sound waves caught his attention, but her allure drew him in. He continued to watch her as he stood outside smoking a cigarette near the Waffle House on Canal Street. His eyes never wavered as she darted across traffic causing a Black Mazda to slam on their brakes and honk their horn in a long rhythmic screech highlighting their annoyance. The mystery woman didn’t look backward, her attention focused on the Broad Streetcar coming in the near distance. He took a long drag on the end of his cigarette and wondered what a woman like that would be doing out this late in an unfamiliar city alone. So, he decided to follow her.
By Brandie Goff2 years ago in Fiction
Her Deepest Secret
VANCE It was half-past ten when he saw her, this gorgeous woman with a stark air of mystery. Foreign in every way, it almost seemed strange to see her in the city. Not the soft strange like the pistachio and lavender scented candle you’re gifted on your birthday, but the hard kind of strange that made every eye divert in its direction and linger. She wore an oversized hoodie and a ‘black lives matter’ mask to hide her face, but he could still see her freckled cheeks and chuck hazel eyes from his vantage point. The brown heels of her black boots sent echoes across the pavement. The sound waves caught his attention, but her allure drew him in. He continued to watch her as he stood outside smoking a cigarette near the Waffle House on Canal Street. His eyes never wavered as she darted across traffic causing a Black Mazda to slam on their brakes and honk their horn in a long rhythmic screech highlighting their annoyance. The mystery woman didn’t look backward, her attention focused on the Broad Streetcar coming in the near distance. He took a long drag on the end of his cigarette and wondered what a woman like that would be doing out this late in an unfamiliar city alone. So, he decided to follow her.
By Brandie Goff4 years ago in Fiction
