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thieves

Jewels? Are you kidding? What do you take us for, common thugs?

Cash? Hardly. We’ve come for something valuable.

Your reputation? Clearly we have differing definitions of “valuable.”

Time, dear boy. The one thing you can’t get back. And we’ll be taking all of it.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 10.27.2016 @ 10:13 am

dawn

Maybe
Maybe when the sun comes up
That’s when we’ll find you.

Maybe
Maybe when it’s a new day and everything’s bright and clear
We’ll see you were there the whole time.

You’ll come running up to the door, wagging your tail
Just like you never left
Because this is your home

And we love you.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 10.18.2016 @ 4:28 am

fractured

I want to be whole
I haven’t done anything
It’s so exhausting

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 10.14.2016 @ 12:40 am

slideshow

I remembered that one. Vegas. ’86. We’d had a little too much to drink.
That one was definitely familiar. Milwaukee. ’88. We’d had more than a little too much to drink.
But that one? I’d rather forget. Houston. ’92. I didn’t even feel like drinking that day.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 10.06.2016 @ 12:08 pm

worth

“So what’s it worth to you, friend?”
“I…I don’t know. I don’t guess I’ve ever really thought about it.”
“Well, now’s the time.”
“I…I mean, what do I even ask for?”
“Heart’s desire?”
“I…I suppose.”
“I’ll help. What do you want most, right now, at this moment?””
“To not have to make this decision!”
“Excellent! Aaaand…done! One soul for me, and you’re free to go. No more decisions to be made.”
“. . . “

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 10.04.2016 @ 9:12 am

passport

I really hate flights
They always make me nervous
But Spain is worth it

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 09.30.2016 @ 2:02 am

“First time?” he asked, lowering his magazine into his lap.
“Yeah.” She replied rather sheepishly. “First time flying. Pretty nervous.”
The old man offered her a warm, grandfatherly smile. “You’ll be fine. The plane does most of the work.”

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 09.29.2016 @ 12:29 am

timing

“Now you have to be exact. Precise. We can’t afford any mistakes.”
“I…I’m not sure if I can do this.”
“Well, the nice thing is, you don’t have a choice. People are depending on you. Steady, now.”
“Well, I just…what happens if I mess up?”
“Then the souffle is ruined.”

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 09.14.2016 @ 6:19 am

That’s what I need; a schedule. If I could just learn to squeeze the minutes. I mean, there are so many of them. It’s a shame to waste them. Line it all up, and then knock it down. No more wasted time. Start the day off properly. First the OneWord entry, and then we go run.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 09.13.2016 @ 3:16 am

regroup

“We’ll meet at the safehouse. Just get out of here.”

That’s what she told me. That was six hours ago. The sirens have stopped since then. Now there’s just the sound of the rain pounding out a cruel cacophony that sounds all too much like approaching footsteps against the pavement. Where is she?

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 07.06.2016 @ 1:29 pm

jealous

Sometimes, he envied her productivity; the way she got things done, the way she was able to filter out distractions, even the way she carried herself when working. Sometimes, he hated her for it. Other times, though, she was his hero.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 06.07.2016 @ 10:34 am

chaos

What is it really?
Baelish says it’s a ladder
I think it’s a spork.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 05.18.2016 @ 2:44 pm

undone

“Wait!” it cried out into the seemingly eternal expanse , “Just give me another pass!” It paused hopefully, only to see a familiar blue light appear all around.
“Surely, surely this can work, please! Please, do not forsake me!” But it was too late. The writer simply couldn’t make the sentence work. Delete.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 05.16.2016 @ 10:40 am

nourish

I’ve been starving the past few days. It could be the lack of meals–flu has always been an appetite killer for me–, but I think it’s something else. I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed creating. It’s good to be home.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 05.13.2016 @ 8:48 am

buddha

Sit under a tree
And learn a little somethin’
And once you do? Share.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 04.20.2016 @ 2:08 pm

mixtape

Hi. I…I made you this. I hope you like it. I know you—uhm, I know you like a lot of these guys so I figured you might…yeah. Here ya go.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 04.19.2016 @ 8:35 am

sunset

“Because the day was beautiful.”

. . .

After the diagnosis, I asked him if there was anything he wanted. Making patients as comfortable as possible was always a high priority, and I had seen to it more times than I care to remember. That said, I admit to some surprise upon hearing his final request; no elaborate arrangement, particular meal, no guests, not even music, just one last chance to see the sun go down. And then he told me why.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 12.03.2015 @ 8:39 am

anatomy

“When people talk about the anatomy of a horror film, they say the first part of any good scare is to build tension. In truth, this is the second step. The first it to establish a place of no tension at all. Give us that period of joy and calm so that we might flail when it is ripped away and miss it once its gone. Show us peace so that the war might interrupt it. Show us the top of the mountain so we can look down to the abyss below. Give us that glass of ice water before you send us down to hell. Most of the new blood seems to have forgotten that, but not me. Is that answer clear enough, Mr. Jones?”

“Uh, sure, okay. So just to be clear, you were the third zombie from the left?”
“Fourth, actually. And notice how the eye was drawn to me despite being in the background. You see…”

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 10.26.2015 @ 4:50 pm

castles

Melvin breathed a sigh of relief. After all the work, and all the saving, and all the stress, he was finally a homeowner. It wasn’t much, sure, but it was all his. No more Mediocre Melvin. He’d made it. A smile slid onto his face as he stood facing his new, single-story home from the edge of the highway “King of the World,” he thought to himself.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 10.15.2015 @ 10:01 am

willpower

No, you deserve one
It’s moderation, that’s all
What’s one Oreo?

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 10.06.2015 @ 6:33 pm

wallpaper

“Gross. I mean, what is it?” Jon wandered to himself. “Some sort of dog? A flower? A weird vase?” Maybe he was overthinking it, but it seemed almost obnoxious of them to put such an unattractive mess all the way around the hospital room. What if the surgery went bad and this was the last thing he saw?! Surely they had considered that?! Had they no empathy?! How dare they–

His increasingly furious internal monologue was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door before the doctor stepped into the room. “Alright, Mister Jones,” he smiled, “Let’s fix that pinkie.”

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 09.28.2015 @ 1:45 pm

medical

The first hit seemed to shake everything in sight, and a near-impenetrable fog followed. The soupy, choking cloud enveloped the room, quickly overtaking everywhere he tried to look through watered eyes. What had they done? There’s no way this was legal. They had always bragged about strength, sure, but this was taking it too far. He coughed hard. Whatever internal monologue he’d had was as choked as his now smoke-filled lungs. This was madness. But hopefully it would help with his glaucoma.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 09.22.2015 @ 7:42 am

willow

“Don’t you think they look kind of sad?”
“Sad?”
“You know. All droopy. The way they hang.”
“Nah. Ever seen ’em when the wind picks up? They dance.”
“You’re just saying that ’cause you’re a dancer.”
“I’m also happier than you.”

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 08.14.2015 @ 6:31 am

derived

It is simply truth
Hope is derived from struggle
Knowing it will pass

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 08.12.2015 @ 2:04 am

drops

I like to listen
Rain makes everything better
Its soothing, really

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 07.15.2015 @ 4:16 am

blemish

“It’s fine.” Mr. Knight whispered, with no small amount of assurance.
“It’s certainly not!” cried Arthur, now showing the beginnings of a truly remarkable flailing of the arms.
Mr. Knight shook his head, pausing for just a moment before frustratedly repeating himself, “It’s just a blemish.”
Arthur was in disbelief. There was being tough, and then there was lunacy, and this man had obviously crossed further into the latter than he’d ever thought possible. “But you have no arms!”

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 05.22.2015 @ 3:09 am

“It’s fine.” Mr. Knight whispered, with no small amount of assurance.
“It’s certainly not!” cried Arthur, showing the beginnings of a truly remarkable flailing of the arms.
Mr. Knight shook his head, pausing for just a moment before frustratedly repeating himself, “It’s just a blemish.”
Arthur was in disbelief. There was being tough, and then there was lunacy, and this man had obviously crossed further into the latter than he’d ever thought possible. “But you have no arms!”

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 05.22.2015 @ 3:07 am

interest

What’s your interest?
Is it off the beaten path?
Then come inside, Friend.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 05.20.2015 @ 4:39 am

“So what’s your pleasure sir?” the man inquired, his suit moving rather unnaturally as he leaned in. “ANYTHING you want…we can get it for you. Just ask.” He offered an uncomfortable smile as he locked eyes with his favorite–and wealthy–patron. “And if you’re interested in something a bit special, well…our girls are here to please.”

“You know Michael, the Zuppa Toscana sounds really good. And please give my compliments to chef Marianne and the rest of her students. I didn’t have a chance to say so last time, but their bruschetta was absolutely amazing.”

“Certainly sir. I’ll have some bread out to you shortly.” the man replied before heading toward the back. Mr. Jones was always such a pleasure to wait on.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 05.19.2015 @ 7:03 pm

duct

Now this was certainly familiar. Oh sure, the pain in his knees was new, and he wasn’t quite as svelt as he was when he first signed up, but even so, there was a certain nostalgic ease to crawling through this ventilation shaft. The laser beams up ahead, however, those might prove to be a young man’s game.

» Posted By Brandon Steward On 05.17.2015 @ 3:30 pm

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