Brannan K.
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****Vivid prose and thrills****
Favorite Reads:
Terry Brooks - The Shannara Trilogy
J.R.R.Tolkien - Lord of the Rings
James Rollins - Ice Hunt
Ernest Hemingway - The Sun Also Rises
Cormac McCarthy - Blood Meridian
Stories (15)
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Love, Unrequited
Clark slouched back into the velvet armchair, half-hidden in the shadowy fringe of the speak-easy. On the edge of the wide, intimately lit room, light submitted to darkness. The haze of cigar smoke blended with the expectant murmuring of the audience, further cloaking him in obscurity.
By Brannan K.2 years ago in Fiction
The Pedestrian
The forward floodlight cast the early morning darkness backwards. Remnants of shadows clutched the trunks of the tall pines just off the roadway. The snowfall was light, but seemed heavier and faster than it really was as the Durango sped along the winding mountain highway. The strobing red and blues added an eerie tinge to the world. Inside the cab, a small ding sounded; Clay glanced at the instrument cluster and saw the temperature outside had just dropped to 25-degrees Fahrenheit.
By Brannan K.2 years ago in Horror
Indomitable
Morning, April 6th, 1945 - Thousands of feet above Okinawa, Japan The Mitsubishi A6M Zero's single-prop engine hummed like a finely tuned fury as it sliced in and out of cloud cover at nearly three-hundred miles per hour. Ensign Tijo Hakawa flew straight and level, mindfully keeping his position in the staggered attack formation. He sped through the wisping towers and spires of white, flanked by his countrymen. They flew so closely together that their fierce and determined stares were visible through glass cockpits. Visages were limned by the orange and yellow and amber rays shot forth by the rising sun as they flew east toward the shoreline. They were the first gust of seven Divine Winds that would sally forth and repel the invaders that morning.
By Brannan K.3 years ago in Fiction
