David Brandy
Bio
My very first story crafting was an imaginary game that me and my two younger brothers would play when I was 12. My love of storytelling manifested itself quickly. Today I am a husband, father, and business owner.
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Cleaning Tools You Are Throwing Away Too Soon
There are so many different schools of thought when it comes to cleaning. One thing that we all can agree on is that we don't want to waste our money, our product, or our planet. So, are there things that we are throwing away too early?
By David Brandy4 years ago in Lifehack
Daren "D" Word
Daren watched the microwave closely as it popped his popcorn with satisfying syncopated pops. The smell filled his nose and lifted his spirits on this particularly, dark and quiet night. The common areas of the house were empty and dark because his roommates were both in their rooms playing video games.
By David Brandy4 years ago in Fiction
And The Moment Was Lost
*SMACK!* The clear goo gushed from in between his fingers and the eight-legged bug had met its doom. This arachnid eradication was not romantic but it had to be done after it had mounted an attack on his companion. She wasn't particularly afraid of spiders but, the man was very in love with the woman beside him.
By David Brandy4 years ago in Fiction
For My Baby
The car was pushed to its limits as he ripped around the bend. Lights flashed behind him as the sirens blared. The passenger of the getaway car leaned out of the car with a pistol and sent spinning led back towards the pursuing law enforcement. He was surprised by how much the car smelled like burning rubber. That wasn’t the first thing that he thought he would notice about a car chase, but it was. Burnt rubber. She had smelled like burnt rubber when they first met at the coffee shop.
By David Brandy5 years ago in Fiction
C. Wallace
ONE - START C. Wallace was born on April 3rd, 1983 to a mechanic and an accountant. His father, the mechanic always valued hard work, and his mother, the accountant put a lot of stress on academia. C. Wallace had no interest in either of these things, he just wanted to play.
By David Brandy5 years ago in Fiction
A Classic Crime
How could I be sad while eating chocolate cake? I mean, isn't that against the law? Not the law of the land, I mean the laws of nature itself. I could see Mother Nature herself reaching her hand out of the ground and squashing me right here. There would be a booming voice saying, "For the wages of breaking my laws is death." That mother is beautiful, but she is tough.
By David Brandy5 years ago in Fiction
The Treasure In The Barn
ONE "It has to be here somewhere." Says Mel as she lifts another lid to a feed bin. This too is a fruitless act. She and her brother, Cal, had been coming to this barn that had belonged to their grandmother every day for a month after school to look for treasure.
By David Brandy5 years ago in Fiction
Lifeless Impetus
Another wave of pain washes on the shore of my psyche. I can only remember pain. The endless pit in that is my stomach echoes out another trumpeting grumble. All I can remember is hunger. Is that all? Is that what I am? Pain and hunger? No, I remember, I remember something else...
By David Brandy5 years ago in Fiction
Sorta Homeschooled
My schooling experience was... strange. I didn't exactly go to public school, and I wasn't exactly homeschooled. It was a sort of hybrid between the two. From Elementary through Middle School I was completely homeschooled. I am not sure what this sounds like to you, but it meant that I didn't have summers, for some reason my mother didn't give us them, and I had school on vacation. Also, my family was mainly who I spent all of my time with up until High school aside from martial arts, but we will get to that.
By David Brandy5 years ago in Journal
The Candle Maker's Husband
I live in a candle manufacturing plant. No really, I do. Okay, that is a little bit dramatic, so let me back it up. It's actually a house... where I live I mean, but over the past few years, it has slowly also turned into a place of candle creation. There is a 50-pound wax melter in our bedroom, hundreds of empty candle tins in storage containers, and I have a few dozen candles curing beside me as I type. I live where candles are made.
By David Brandy5 years ago in Journal
