Glenn Brown

Joined June 2021

24 stories

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Vision
Topaz sky, so vast, The clarity arrests me. I’m lost in your eyes.
By Glenn Brown3 years ago in Poets
The Fourteeners
Ice and snow gloves, cover the earth’s reach to the sun, rising through the clouds.
By Glenn Brown3 years ago in Poets
Rocky Mountains
Sunlit peaks glisten, arising from the brown plains, aloof, humbling.
By Glenn Brown3 years ago in Poets
Longs Peak
Wary marmots bark, treading amidst rock scrabble, we climb to the sun.
By Glenn Brown3 years ago in Poets
The Gate
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Of course, most people in space wear helmets and keep their comms on. The Gate Tender had his comms on when Arc 42 was streaking toward the gate for its first snap just outside of Mercury.
By Glenn Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Samsara Express
Like so many nights before, I wake at 5:30, not dreaming, my mind racing but I’m not moving. I try to move an arm or kick a foot, nothing, my body is asleep. There’s a knocking at the door but I can’t get to it. The room is gently shaking, and I hope that it will jostle my body enough that it will soon join my consciousness. The knocking begins again. It’ll have to wait. I can’t shout although I can hear myself making restrained and muffled vocalizations. I just need to wait.
By Glenn Brown4 years ago in Fiction
We Never Had Paris
Iggy woke in his seat watching Cordelia adjust the strap on her dress across her shoulder as she looked out the window at the passing countryside, tucking her hips into her seat. “You should have stayed in Ostend or taken the ferry back to London,” she said still staring at the passing farmland.
By Glenn Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Cabin in the Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. On this night, exhaustion and dreaming on my feet are one and the same. The candle, perhaps a projection of madness tempered with dreams of the absurd to make everything palatable guides me. A time forgotten, or perhaps never having been, but a time no less.
By Glenn Brown4 years ago in Horror
Eternal Glances
For a moment I can't look away and she smiles. I wave. I’m not choking but I can’t catch my breath. She returns my wave walking by, still smiling.
By Glenn Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Curious Mr. Tong
Amidst the long hours among cubicles, Mr. Tong found his grooming was slipping. He noted this on a sticky, placed it on the right bezel of his monitor and returned to work. “Perhaps an affirmation is in order,” he muttered to himself, wrote this on another sticky, and placed this below the first.
By Glenn Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Old Funky Barn
Eleanor and Jimmy thought to make a trip of it. “We should go to Cody for the rodeo,” she had said. Eleanor and Jimmy had moved to Cheyenne from Fort Collins. They had both graduated from Colorado State but didn’t know each other while they were there.
By Glenn Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Archivist
The water is glassy, the smell of salt and the cackle of laughing gulls drift on the sea breeze. Where do I go when I’m not here? Why go anywhere?
By Glenn Brown5 years ago in Fiction