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isabear

Joined July 2010 and calls http://jnbrown.wordpress.com home.

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  1. Mama said

    My mama once told me I aint got nothin to fear but God’s wrath himself an so I went out believin just that. She said that kinda wrath comes in the form of punishment. My sins an what not. Well bein a youngin I went to try an test this out. I got ...

  2. The Sea

    I am watching the surface of the water from below. Specs of sunlight electrical in movement litter above as each wave pulls itself to the shore. It is quiet here and it only gets quieter as I sink further, the light now fading from my vision. The sea b...

  3. The Creek

    ‘Do you remember the time when I fell into the creek?’ ‘You jumped in. Don’t act like you fell. It wasn’t as deep as you thought it looked. I warned you.’ ‘I hurt my head pretty bad.’ ‘Why are you b...

  4. The Bench: Just...

    ‘Just…stop fucking dodging the question please.’ She heaved her heavy rucksack onto the bench, the empty bottles at the bottom of the bag making a dull thud against the wood. ‘You told me time and time again that "this is i...

  5. Tired

    The neon lights cast against the low clouds like a second dawn, the man made luminescence a reminder he had stayed up too long as this was the second time he had seen them since waking. He stood and watched phalanx droplets march in across the amber-li...

  6. The Phantasm

    I watched the humanoid figure stand solemnly where the waves hit the sand, its purple-hued ethereal skin always changing in opacity. With every breeze that was cast ashore, a part of it would sway and dance like wildfire, small blue embers spiraling up...

  7. The Bench: Sea Dog

    The old man arrived at the bench out of breath but he did not sit. Always next to him, his dog of black and white wagged her tail and panted. The sun was rising and it cast its orange into the new sky and old sea. The man ran his hands along the wood o...

  8. Laughing All The Way (Mature)

  9. Where's My Head At?

    Ladles were strewn across the floor. Long strings of spaghetti in tangled weaves lay moist in puddles of cloudy water. The countertops of the kitchen seemed abandoned halfway through preparation. Sliced carrots lined themselves in militaristic fashion ...

  10. Through The Dust

    “Cold.” “Come closer to the fire.” The boy huffed and turned around on the jutting rock he sat on and then huffed again, his boots kicking up a cloud of dust around him. His father watched him then unfolded a small ball of tobac...

  11. The Bench: Road Trip!

    “I’ve lost something.” “What?” “Not sure. Feels weird.” “Well when’d you lose it?” “Dunno, man. Think it’s just hit me.” Kay stared at the back of his oldest friend. He was ...

  12. Sunday Morning

    ‘Gotcha!’ He peeks under his palm. ‘Bastid. Where’d you go? Not inside I hope! Not inside!’ His limbs spasm forward and back, darting from side to side; involuntary movements that source from the pure joy shooting through ...

  13. J. Byrde

    I want to wake up feeling as if I’ve slept as long as I’ve needed to. I want to wake up to my face basking in sun and not have to wait until late in the afternoon when that single shaft of warmth filled light hits my pillow for a short brie...

  14. Breathe Easy Now

    “Do you remember when you stumbled upon the stream and you came rushing home all covered in mess. And you asked me where does it go. So we followed it the next day, just the two of us, through the woods until it was nothing but a trickle. You ask...

  15. Dum dum dee dum

    I was born in a shallow grave, pushing the dirt from my face. I watched the boat drift into the sand, and I couldn’t help feel like a man, as I watched you drift away, as I watched you drift away. I don’t know what came over me, to push you...

  16. My Annie,

    I am old and I am talking with my old smoking friend. I follow his gaze to glowing headlights pulling up to the nearby curb. She flows outwards in a delicate blue, her pearls against her pinkish hue. A man takes hold of her arm and eases her gently und...

  17. At The Base Of The Mountain

    ‘Why do you think they come here?’ ‘The forest?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Hell.’ The old man wiped the sweat off his brow. ‘Ill hazard a guess that it has something to do with them wanting to be as far away as pos...

  18. "Is it by our language that we will know ourselves?"

    ‘You knew.’ ‘I knew.’ ‘How?’ Her head tilted slowly as she squinted across the steel table. The cuffs jingled. He sighed. ‘People like you do the same every time. It’s not like you want to, you’ve ...

  19. What's So Bad About Feeling Down?

    Around six years ago my little brother started getting into the whole depressed, hair-over-one eye cut sort of thing. Dressing in black. Bit of red. I mean I say he’s my little brother but hell he was like twenty at the time and just looking at h...

  20. Her Breath Was In The Air. Not Mine.

    ‘It started to rain a couple weeks ago and continued in that fashion. Nothing too heavy, just random droplets that would lightly sway to the ground. Droplets like easy cold pin pricks that never broke skin. Nothing out of the ordinary.’ The...

  21. Twenty Two

    Twenty two and nothing to my name. Twenty two, you said it would change. ‘This number is just your age. You’ve got time, buddy, to rearrange and re approach, and never be the same. We’re still young,’ he said. Inhaling on his...

  22. The Swing

    He swayed and then swayed again, his face holding an angry gaze directed at everything and nothing. He gestured violently into the night. I like to think I sway for different reasons. I stared at him and wondered when this happened. I wondered if it co...

  23. Deep Roots

    ‘You two are an insistent pair aren’t ya? I don’t need no darn help. This is where I am. Made camp here over seventy years ago and I aint moved since. Built my house here and it stood for just as long. Met my wife, rest her soul, down...

  24. The Hunt

    We watched the bear from across the river. He waded through the shallows lifting his head every so often to sniff at the air while cold diamond droplets of water fell from his chin. He knew we were close and we believed it nerved him ever so slightly. ...

  25. Gaping Fish

    Dry and calloused, old, thin spindly fingers clenched at the sand in front of him. Golden bracelets clattered against one another – the sound infuriating. He watched grains fall through the cracks of the stranger’s hand to drift away into t...

  26. A Great Loss

    ‘Tell me otherwise of this approaching broken time.’ ‘You choose to dwindle on what has occurred every eleventh before, preparing rather than seeking the source. Sickness can be cured. Medicine.’ ‘I have known nothing but ...

  27. Don't Blink

    He had read the phrase accidentally and yet it lay buried into his skull, constantly drilling itself deeper until leaving him a shaking mass. Cold water could not flood it out. * He breathed and felt a stiff breeze blow through him and remembered what ...

  28. Crack

    He sat on the step to hear the voice again. We’re all connected, yknow. Like, networked. Pretty dope. He replied, ‘Well, I guess you would be. If I were to follow you, it’d lead me to another one.’ And I ain’t just talkin bout us pavement cra...

  29. Oh, dear.

    ‘Excuse me, I think you left your bag at the ticket machine.’ The aging lady turned around and raised her thick rimmed and over-sized sunglasses to rest upon her head and stared at the boy. He stared back awaiting a response that did not co...

  30. Golf

    A breeze filtered through the leaves; the rustling a constant comfortableness. We sit in the stands, watching the artists swing and lifting their white balls into the air and then to hear a thud against the hard green – a short distance from the ...

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