by Brandon J. Perkins


Evelyn was thinking of James. He was a nice guy, he really was. But their relationship didn't seem to be going anywhere. Sure, he was romantic when he wanted to be. But that was increasingly less these days. He seemed to be working more and more. When she asked him why, he'd simply shrug and say, "I'm buying something expensive." Th...

by Brandon J. Perkins

James sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at the small, felt case sitting in the palm of his hand, with his unusually piercing hazel eyes. It felt heavy, very heavy. He wondered how he would go through with this. He was scared, but elated too. He flipped the case open. Inside sat the amethyst ring. I love you, Evelyn was engra...

Life is strange. I don’t even know how to define it anymore. I always wanted fame and fortune, to be a superstar at what I did, someone people looked up to and respected. That seems to me to be the only true freedom. That goal faded into a memory, and then into a dream. Now it’s like a dream that you have, a beautiful dream that vanishes from thought as soon as y...

by Brandon J. Perkins

Ian turned away from the door, and got his first good look at the interior of the room. It was saturated in darkness. He could see into the room, but as it got farther back, the darkness seemed to devour it. It looked as though the room led into an abyss.
The room was a sort of foyer, a large tiled area, with two sets of banister...

by Brandon J. Perkins


"Shh, it's okay," Ian said. His wife and child didn't respond. They were dead. He'd killed them. In the little house by the lake... No. Stop thinking like that. They were... okay. They were here, weren't they? And if they were here, they must be fine. They were sitting at the dinner table in the new house. The mansion. A ...

by Brandon J. Perkins

Ian looked down and realized he was standing on water. It was the bluest, most crystalline water he had ever seen. He wiggled his toes, wondering where his shoes were. Then he realized his clothes were different too. They were white, a loose shirt, and loose pants that were rolled up to just below the knees. He looked up and around,...

Blind

by Brandon J. Perkins


"I'm sorry!" Kim said, as tears streamed from her unseeing eyes, "I didn't mean to make you mad!" She felt a sharp sting, as the knife slashed across her side. She yelped in pain, and crouched as if to shield herself. But it was no use. The knife slashed across her face, cutting deeply. She screamed again, and w...

Lip Gloss

by Brandon J. Perkins


Amy slammed the door as she stormed out of the house, on her way to school. She was still furious at her boyfriend. Well, her ex-boyfriend. He'd broken up with her last night for some blond-haired whore in his sociology class. She'd make him pay, she thought as she got in her car and sped off. She'd get a dat...

The Last One Left

by Brandon J. Perkins

Everyone in the world was dead by the time Seth Cain woke up. But he didn't know that. So he groggily jumped in the shower, used the bathroom, and shaved, then put on his Burger World uniform, still dirty from the past two days. Oh well, it was Friday. He had the weekend off, for once. He snagged himself a...

Switch

by Brandon J. Perkins


David shut off the incessant static of his alarm clock. It was a radio clock, but the only stations it picked up were country, and the last thing he wanted was to wake up to some tears-in-my-beer cowboy song, which would wind up stuck in his head all day, so he set it to static. He stumbled into the bathroom, wipin...

Hazel Eyes
by Brandon J. Perkins

James sat on the edge of his bed, staring down at the small, felt case sitting in the palm of his hand, with his unusually piercing hazel eyes. It felt heavy, very heavy. He wondered how he would go through with this. He was scared, but elated too. He flipped the case open. Inside sat the amethyst ring. I love you, E...

The Lady Killer
by Brandon J. Perkins


Father Johannes walked down the long hallway that led into the heart of the asylum. He had dedicated himself to helping these poor lost souls, doing what he could to save them. But it was not an easy task. Each morning, as the carriage dropped him off and he collected his bags and walked inside, he felt a mixt...

Threads
by Brandon J. Perkins


Brian leaned against his old, beat up car, watching people walk past on the wet streets. A young woman ran past him, her breath leaving clouds of mist in the rainy air. It would have made a beautiful picture. Random images of her entire life poured into his head. She was hurrying to see her boyfriend, who had just go...

The Interview
by Brandon J. Perkins

The reporter rang the buzzer at the apartment complex. "Come on in, Michael," the voice at the other end said. The door clicked, as it unlocked. Mike Donaldson stepped in and walked down the hallway. It was dingy, with drab, worn, olive-green carpeting that went out of style in the late 70's, and smelled like old ci...

Spited
by Brandon J. Perkins


Damien sat in the coffee shop, staring out at the rain that streaked the windows. It wasn't the best day for this sort of thing. Well, it was ok, but it would've been more fun to stay home and watch some movies together, maybe fool around some.
Damien ran a hand through his hair, squeezing off the rain that was soa...

Exorcism
by Brandon J. Perkins

Michael turned and smiled at Caroline. She smiled back, the prettiest smile he'd ever seen.
"So where did you tell him you were today?" he asked.
She giggled. "I'm visiting my grandma."
He laughed as well, and leaned in for a kiss. "Poor dumb bastard," he murmured. Then their lips met.
Caroline had been...

A/N: I was doing some cleaning, and came across this poem I wrote a long time ago. I have only a vague recollection of writing it, but I figured I'd post it and see what you guys thought. Oh and by the way, if you think of a good title, lemme know. Enjoy!

Brandon J. Perkins

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Hello there.

It's me again.

You ...

Apocrypha


A Novel by Brandon J. Perkins



Part I


O poor mortals, how ye make this earth bitter for each other.
~Thomas Carlyle



Chapt er I
James

Tonight, the dream was different. James had on elegant Victorian clothes. He was standing in a graceful palace, from the same time period. Ela...

This Room I: Spider Webs
by Brandon J. Perkins



The screams of millions locked inside my tears

as darkness shatters in my eyes

i womder why it had to be like this

all i wanted was to find the one in the dreams i have

when i think there's no one left for me

i cleanse the walls of the stains of my crush...

This Room II: Soul of Glass

by Brandon J. Perkins







Cobweb covered record player

scratching out its ethereal song

the music or life, of death.




My mind sits proudly on the throne of pain,

trying not to shudder under the weight.




The world melts away ...