Brendan McCarthy

Joined August 2021

2 stories

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I'm a high school teacher who loves hanging out with my family, mountain biking, snowboarding, and grabbing time for creative writing in between.

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Death Rides a Quarter Horse
The scorching sun wasn’t the only thing James was escaping as he sat with his back against a pear tree, his body leaking from two fresh holes. The first shot had gone clean through his right shoulder. The second musket ball had made a home somewhere in his torso. That was the one, James feared, that would do him in. His days, more likely hours, were numbered regardless. If it wasn't the blood loss, 'twould be the hangman sending James Evans, not yet 30, to the cold grave.
By Brendan McCarthy4 years ago in Fiction
The Cold Descent
When Emmett’s truck plunged into Tawney Pond that February afternoon, you could have flipped a coin whether the blue 1995 Ford Ranger would smash through the ice or bounce right off of it.
By Brendan McCarthy5 years ago in Fiction