New Release!

Ladies and Gentlemen, and of course my faithful followers of the furry persuasion (yeah I saw my cat skyping the other day) Drum roll please! I have released a new story! Whispers of Dead has turned into a monster that is steadily growing. However its counterpart, Broken Screams, has finished telling itself and is now available for purchase. So please GO read the ramblings of a twisted mind that have taken on a life of their own. Enjoy, share, and as always, tell me what you think. See you soon. Download Broken Screams here

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Deep Thinker

Take that step if you dare
walk out the door
do the one thing you have never done before

Time has been wasted
Time has been lost
When it comes down to it
Living without life is the biggest cost

Dare you do it?
Dare you try?
Walk that line
live the dream you never tried before?

What if you fall?
What if you fail?
What if you die and never get to say you tried?

The death of the soul
Wrapped in roots
because you were to afraid to use your wings

Deep thinker
head full of notions
trapped in a body without motion.
Will you ever step up?

Get out of the life you are dying
live the life of your dreams.

(c)R.M. Brandon 2013

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Exerpt WIP

"What did she see? Was it the monster behind the man or the man behind the monster? Would she live to know for sure? If she did, would it really matter in the end? It was him or her and she was by no means ready to die. If Derby had given her anything it was an uncanny ability to keep fighting, no matter how many times she was hit, or how big the attacker she wasn't about to stay down."


 

Broken Screams

Freeze Frame

Too many thoughts at one time. Stories running together, swirling and then collide. Please don't let them stop. They must be told. Could it slow down just a bit. Apparently my body has grown old. Trying to tie together the plots. Making sense from the madness. Precious is this gift inspite of the sadness. Yet I ponder as they flow, who story is it that must be told? Are you real? Are you out there? Will you know when it is done? As the plot thickens are you coming undone?
If it is true, if there really is a you, please be patient with this feeble old me. I am writing the rest of your story.

Food Chain

He was weak. Weakened by the flesh, by pride, by need. He needed desperately to feel wanted to feel irreplaceable, to simply feel. He had killed one already. Not the flesh and blood death that ends suffering, the spiritual death. A kind of dying more painful than the flesh because the dead are completely aware of their demise.

She found him in his weakened state of manhood. Like a spider to a fly she carefully spun him into her web. She cocooned his psyche. Stroked his needy ego. Filled his mind with everything he wanted. she gave him purpose. He gave her passion. The while, the dead kept on living. Filled with her confidence he struck out again. "You don't give me anything. You don't show me passion. You don't appreciate anything I do for you."

The dead simply listened. Weighed carefully her empty words. Slowly choking on the real tears of a death without release she replied, "You are right." That was all. Simple. Three words as empty as the three he promised her long ago. Time carried her empty flesh away. Drifting final,y facelessly across the face of the earth. Peace at last.

The spider kept her fly. The fly would soon be consumed. Ironic the words she used to entrance her victim actually freed his. The food chain carries on.

(c)2013 R.M. Brandon