Brandon Wai
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
Brandon Wai
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
Neil hadn’t been happy in a long time. In fact he couldn’t remember the last time that he was happy. He’d spent countless nights trying to figure out when the weight of the world had collapsed onto him, and he didn’t quite have a hold on that either. He thought it had happened about twenty years ago, back in Junior High…but he wasn’t sure.
So, he didn’t know what to think when he found the butto...
"Take my hand!"
"No Way!!" Dane shrieked.
"I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm trying to save your life!!"
Dane still refused. He just bobbed up and down in the ocean as the shark's fin got closer and closer, a stubborn man until the very end.
"Is this really because I have dry hands? I'm soaking wet is that really your issue right now?? Are you that petty?"
The fin got larger, and then I saw...
"You know that art exhibit? The one that's out there on Pelican Beach?" Asked Cody.
Elaine gave a slight nod, "I do. I can't say that I've ever walked through and looked at the art, but I see it whenever I drive by it. It's one of those things where I always tell myself to stop by."
"Oh, it's pretty cool," Cody said as he slid his hands into his pockets. The sun was down now, and in its place wa...
The Hooman in the cabin did a very bad thing just now.
I watched him from my branch for the entire night. I watched as his lovely guest came over with food and nutrients. I observed as they got into a heated argument while watching the television. It was very peculiar, just moments ago she'd been resting her head in his lap.
Their harsh words cut out across the night sky, loud enough to make th...
On Sunday. The first piece of the egg cracked off, just before sunset. It didn’t do much after that, and I couldn’t see much in the egg besides darkness.
On Monday. It hatched in full. A small green lizard with wings, no bigger than the size of my palm. I named him Bowser.
On Tuesday. Bowser reeked havoc on my apartment complex. It set my neighbors car on fire. It ate my landlords wheelchair. ...
He had watched the spider die by accident.
That’s all there was to it.
He didn’t even see the spider, with its long legs as it stumbled under the strength of the sinks faucet. He didn’t see it, not at first. No, his first thought was that a piece of the sinks porcelain had deteriorated.
No, he didn’t mean to stand there and watch it struggle. His intention was for the faucets steady stream to...
Alright, so. Like…three hours ago I got bit by a zombie. I saw my hot neighbor standing in the corner of our apartment complex, and she looked sick. She was ceeling over, making a bnch of wirrd sounds, so…the good guy that I am, desided to see how she was doing.
How the hell was I suposed to know that she was a zombie? Half the time those dam things are the same color as us, I didn’t know she was...
They were sleeping together.
The four words felt like stones. Invisible, but stones nonetheless-they still hurt the same.
That was the reason behind her secretive texting. His vague responses to the simple questions about her. That’s why they acted so distant when they were around one another, because they were hiding the reality of how close they were.
They were sleeping together.
It soun...
I always see them at the grocery store, and I always walk by them. Why would I get them? I’m pushing forty. I did love those though, even if they were never really “good”. I think it’s because I was never a ham guy, and those are the ones my mom got for my brother and I. Like she thought they were a little healthier because ham was involved. We also got the pizza ones, and I guess to be fair those...
Mr. Arby had been a regular customer at Best Buy for a few years, maybe even a decade. He never hesitated to brag about this, whether it be a new employee or a customer who stood in line with him. He wasn’t the best customer. Not by a long shot. He was rude, demanding, and entitled. He possessed every ingredient for a bad customer. Charles Arby embraced these traits and wore them on his sleeve lik...